There is a pigeon who can attest to the life-saving skills of this non-binary queer person! My friend’s cat prowled through the catflap, but at first it looked like she had created for herself a new shield…made of feathers. She took the pigeon into the hall and started to chew at its feathers when we realised it was moving. So I picked it up and placed it on a roof far away… all while simultaneously being queer!
Oh, and that happened twice in about twenty minutes, with two different pigeons. But yeah.