This morning was another in a long line of episodes of pigeons invading my balcony. The poor plastic owl that I have out there to discourage the birds seems to have no effect, and I suspect the pigeons make fun of him. I don't know why the sound of bird wings is so incredibly irritating to me, but it is. Add in any vocalization from the damn birds and I find myself longing for either a shotgun or a handful of tranquilizers. Ultimately, I stood out on the balcony flapping my arms around imitating a demented scarecrow. That seems to have scared them off for the time being...or until tomorrow.
On the positive side of my life, today I sent the contract in for the book to be published. :)
Yay! I sent mine in yesterday.
ReplyDeleteYou need a Spooky baby air-delivered next spring to get dem pigeons.