“Rat bird” my coworker spits out.
We are looking at a gray pigeon who is getting cozy on a little patch of window sill.
“Why ratbird?” I ask her. It is the first time I have heard the phrase.
She looks at me incredulously. “Because they are disgusting. I found a group of them eating vomit a while back.” She scowls, repeating herself for emphasis: “Disgusting creatures.”
All I could think was, Hey, they were getting rid of the vomit.
Unlike some of my fellow Chicagoans,…