My wife has become obsessed with birds in the little tiny backyard of our townhouse. She has several feeders now. We get a variety of small finches and some sparrows, but lately a pigeon (my kids googled it and it is a collared dove, I guess?) started coming around. He stress-tested the feeders (he is quite fat, not missing any meals) and now comes and eats on the regular. We have named him Pudgy. Pudgy the Pigeon. Yesterday, he brought a friend for the second time. We have named him "the Brother of Pudgy". That's a Mormon joke. It would have killed if you were all Mormon.