When I was home on leave from the service I dusted off the old 12 bore double barrel and got a bunch of pigeons from the harvested corn field acroos the road. Just plain roasted with salt & pepper, they tasted fine.
Years later, in about 1970, I was working (and had living quarters at) a night club on the East Side of Manhattan. I looked across the street one day and saw about fifty pigeons flocked on the sidewalk, eating who knows what. Suddenly a guy jumped out of an alley wilh a big net and scooped up a bunch of them. I assume he baited them
I buy a dozen every now and then for dog training purposes.