My grandparents had a two-story pigeonnier attached to their old house in the Charente countryside. It was quite dilapidated, but my grandfather still kept pige

My grandparents had a two-story pigeonnier attached to their old house in the Charente countryside. It was quite dilapidated, but my grandfather still kept pigeons there up until he was no longer mobile in the early 1990s. He'd occasionally catch a couple for the family to eat for lunch. He took me up there a few times to watch him feed his flock, which I always thought was neat. (Less neat was when he served a pigeon with a hurt wing that my cousin and I were trying to nurse back to health!) After he died the pigeons moved on. Eventually his children sold the place, but it took a long time to do that. I went up to the pigeonnier one final time before the place was sold: no one had been there in 15 years, the stairs were missing some rungs and I wondered if the rotten floor of the top floor would hold my weight. The only resident that remained was a lone bat who was probably surprised to see a human up there. Would have been nice if the next owners restored it, maybe even converted it into a living space. But it was likely slated to be demolished. I've always liked pigeons.