Remember those bright white birds that flew in tight formation, and vexed my ID attempts for ages?  Eventually I figured out that was somebody’s flock of fancy domestic pigeons, let free on a busy freeway corridor.  I stopped seeing them as often, and I presume this is because most of them were eaten by hawks and falcons.

I saw one, or possibly one of its descendants from cross with the local feral population.  It didn’t seem as large, had no friends, but it was still bright white – maybe a trace of pale grey starting to creep thru on the secondary coverts.

This was in the parking lot of the Michael’s craft store in Federal Way, Washington.  I’m glad they or their descendants are still around, if rare.

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