I went out to remove the big mass of pigeon refuse. There are 4 tires, leaning against each other sheltering the nest. I removed one. Then two. Then....
I noticed this:
My first thought was - Oh, crap. Scro and Tum crawled back there, suffocated and died and now I have to pick up DEAD pigeons AND their nest. But I looked a little closer and noticed. They were breathing! Very rapidly - afraid. But not moving a muscle. With the tire removed I had them completely exposed and their only escape was to remain totally still. And blinking up at me.
Cute little bastards.
I guess they decided to tuck themselves up deeper against the tires. Shrinkage action for Scro and Tum. I actually took that photo after I very gingerly replaced the tires. I could have gotten a better one but I felt bad - exposing their hiding spot and stuff.
And you know what's crazy? They are actually kinda cute right now. They are a powdery slate gray and very feathery. At this point, they could be ANY bird. Too bad they're gonna get "pigeony" in about a week.
So, against my more hygenic judgement, the stinkpile remains. At least for a little while longer.
5 comments:
A wee bit of happiness for a dull and rainy Monday .I hope one day they soar with the wind and join in flight with all the French squawking pigeons of Montreal . My babies LIVE .
Pigeons don't squawk.
They coo.
And shit.
A lot.
'Coo' rhymes with 'Poo'.
Coincidence, je pense pas.
My father says we must use the word "evacuate " instead of sh**, so they coo and do that .
Thank you for admitting they are cute! I still thought I was alone on that...
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