When pigeons attack!

When I’m back home in Indiana, I always take a morning walk through the woods, or up on the meadow — wherever my feet feel like roving, at that particular moment. It’s a routine I’d gotten out of, here in Boston. Not that there aren’t perfectly wonderful places to walk, but an urban environment feels different, and is different. You’re not alone, for one thing. There’s no wildness of that natural order that belongs to coyotes and foxes, and deer. Or even the deep wood, which is utterly impene...