My great Uncle turned pigeons from the local farmer's barns into one of the first Ford dealerships in New England. The short version... he caught the pigeons in the farmer's barns (for which they paid him a small fee). He walked 20 miles into Boston and the pigeons were traded for a pig. Eventually he traded pigs for cows, cows for horses...to cars... you get the picture. Over the years he emassed a fortune - of course in the end he spent it all... on fast cars, pretty women and his passion - race horses. He died a couple of bucks short of the funeral expenses and enjoyed it all. Now THAT was a life... If I see pigeon on the menu you bet I'll be eating it!