It happens to be my dad's birthday today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDIO!
In honor of that event, here is a picture of a pigeon I call POP, which is short for "Pile O' Pennies," because that's what it looks like to me. In this lighting, you don't really get the hint of iridescence that brushes some of the feathers.
Back when I worked in Beverly Hills, there was a pigeon that would strut up Beverly Drive that was a smooth copper color, almost like a cedar waxwing, but with that iridescent neck you see in the standard-issue gray birds. He was beautiful (I know it was a he because of his behavior).
This bird is beautiful in a different way; it is more like the sparrows who come to the yard. You don't really notice the subtlety of the colors because the overall impression is "brown."
Anyway, there is a POP for my pop. I love you, Dad.