Your modern-day carrier pigeon.
For three thousand years they carried the message. We're bringing them back: the new-age carrier pigeon, with a job, a task and a tag lighter than breakfast. Scroll — he's got something on his back.
15 grams. Solar. Talks to the whole city.
A Meshtastic LoRa node on a leg-loop harness — under 5 % of the bird's weight. GNSS, temperature, humidity, pressure, air. It logs every minute and beacons every fifteen.
They don't come home. The data does.
These are wild city pigeons — they eat what they eat, roost where they roost, and we didn't change that. The tag talks to the chimney receivers every time the bird lands on a roof; we can leave feed in a few places, but nobody needs to. No loft. No cell plan. No towers.
3,000 birds. 50 chimney receivers. One city.
4.3 million rooftop readings a day: heat, air, wind, RF coverage, flock health. A denser network than any city has ever installed — for the price of the tags.
Thousands of pigeons can have a duty again.
Bred by us, for a job. Then called pests. These are city birds — rent-free on every ledge in town since the 1600s, zero property tax, ever, and the city pays to scrub what they leave behind. It's about time we taxed the bird. Time they paid their keep — and they love it. They sign up by the dozens and are, we think (or so we heard), pleased to work. (The fund, the committee and the pigeon 401(k) are below.)

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