Tweet Tweet pt. 2

I wonder what these pigeons must think of me.

First I ignore my balcony so long they establish a nest and lay eggs. So I decide that I can't destroy the nest or the eggs. Then I decide to go out and bother them everyday until the eggs hatch, and then I go out everyday to bother the squabs.

And the second the birds are fledged, the very moment I see they can fly away, I destroy the nest and throw it out. I go so far as to bleach the ground. I even hung garbage bags to frighten them from coming back.

And when, a couple days ago, I noticed they were coming back (but not on windy days, I think the bags work then) so I go out to scare them every 20 minutes or so. That's got to look crazy. If not to the birds, then maybe to my neighbours.

I get home from work today and see that they're building another nest. I shoo them all away and destroy that nest too.

These pigeons must think, if they think at all anyway, that the woman who owns the balcony they keep trying to nest on is bipolar or crazy. Or both. First she let's them stay, then she does everything but salt the earth to get them gone.

Now, I don't want you to misunderstand me, or think I'm mean for treating my pigeons this way. I like birds. I like MY birds. If they would use a litter box, they could stay. They could stay and invite friends over. Have a disco party. But they don't use a litter box. So they have to go.

Eventually I'll have a bird free balcony that I can have my own parties on again. Hopefully I'll do it without hurting any birds. But at this point, I'm crazy and bipolar so, no promises.

Oops, it's been 20 minutes. I have to step out to my balcony for a minute. Be right back.
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