In culinary wording, squab is a youthful household pigeon, regularly under four weeks of age, or its meat. The meat is broadly portrayed as posing a flavor like the dark meat of a chicken. Take a gander at the most hated bird species, the pigeon and you may see a filthy, rodent like winged creature that scavenges off of anything it touches with its plumes while frequently dropping dung upon innocent bystanders. Yet what I see is a waste rummaging source of protein wealth .... A nourishment biomachine that lives off of remnants of our own junk perfectly. One so productive that we can't execute its extinction effectively. Pigeons can be more correctly viewed as immediate waste to-sustenance converters, similar to consumable weeds that contain efficient amounts of protein, even their feces can be utilized as a type of manure. In my opinion, Pigeons just might be a main food source in the event of an urban disaster. What else can help us survive but the survivor itself. The maintainer of a pigeon coups of the rat of the air, or sky roach and inner city starvation becomes impossible.