So here's the problem. I'm scared of birds. Not really the cute little hummingbirds but the terror-inducing pigeons and ducks and crows that don't seem to know they should fear humans and fly away at the very sight of us. The other afternoon I go out on my balcony and behind our big water bottles there is a pigeon. Of course I freak out and go running and screaming back inside to call Keck. He tries calming me down as I explain to him that no matter how much noise I make I can't get the pigeon to fly away. As I peer out one of my windows to check on the pigeon's whereabouts I see something that just sinks my heart like an anchor. It's a nest. This pigeon isn't going anywhere and through tears and sobs I try to tell Keck the balcony is now forever off limits to me as the pigeons have won. Well, eventually I get it together enough to call in a maintenance work order (all the while wondering if pest control is really a maintenance issue). I stop myself from declaring it an emergency, although secretly I think it is. Eventually the maintenance guy comes the next day while we're both at work and knocks the nest off the balcony where it lands 3 floors below. Killing the pigeon's unborn family was not exactly what I had in mind but like I said they're maintenance guys not pest control so I suppose I couldn't expect much more. There was one more pigeon sighting that night. She/he was perched in the exact spot where the nest had been and Keck was able to whoosh she/he away one last time. So, in honor of that pigeon I post. Please don't come back I have a quasi-phobia. Thanks.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Pigeon Problems
So here's the problem. I'm scared of birds. Not really the cute little hummingbirds but the terror-inducing pigeons and ducks and crows that don't seem to know they should fear humans and fly away at the very sight of us. The other afternoon I go out on my balcony and behind our big water bottles there is a pigeon. Of course I freak out and go running and screaming back inside to call Keck. He tries calming me down as I explain to him that no matter how much noise I make I can't get the pigeon to fly away. As I peer out one of my windows to check on the pigeon's whereabouts I see something that just sinks my heart like an anchor. It's a nest. This pigeon isn't going anywhere and through tears and sobs I try to tell Keck the balcony is now forever off limits to me as the pigeons have won. Well, eventually I get it together enough to call in a maintenance work order (all the while wondering if pest control is really a maintenance issue). I stop myself from declaring it an emergency, although secretly I think it is. Eventually the maintenance guy comes the next day while we're both at work and knocks the nest off the balcony where it lands 3 floors below. Killing the pigeon's unborn family was not exactly what I had in mind but like I said they're maintenance guys not pest control so I suppose I couldn't expect much more. There was one more pigeon sighting that night. She/he was perched in the exact spot where the nest had been and Keck was able to whoosh she/he away one last time. So, in honor of that pigeon I post. Please don't come back I have a quasi-phobia. Thanks.
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5 comments:
pigeons have a rough life as it is, sis. we can take comfort in knowing they are in baby bird heaven and not in this cruel, cruel world :-(
here's my posting for the day :-)
al gore's wild, wild web. bahaaaa!
too bad our lady didn't win. I have to vote rep now.
I am so glad you guys got a blog. I love to hear what you are up to!
I take that you didn't enjoy watching all the pigeons flying and pooping over people at the town square in Old San Juan?
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