Saturday, June 14, 2008

Living in a Pigeon Coop


Suspected Intruder
Originally uploaded by praguelondon
I know that our bedroom is ridiculously messy. My mother would definitely need a sedative if she saw it. Who knows some may think it looks like a pig sty or a chicken coop, but a PIGEON COOP?

Yes. That's what it was this morning at 8.10am.

Let me backtrack. Today was Saturday. That means a little lie-in (as they say here) or sleep in (as they say at home). So, at 8.10 I was asleep, sound asleep. Something woke me. Those dratted pigeons were really getting loud. Why had they recently decided our window sill was the new Meeting Place? I couldn't imagine. If only they would keep it down.

What made me open my one eye? I don't know, but within a nano-second I was wide awake when I saw the scene more clearly. I looked over J towards the window and what did I see, but the pigeon on the inside of our room.

Of course I freaked out and pushed J out of bed to deal with our intruder. I hid under the covers. Don't worry I was helpful. I gave instructions to J. "Throw a towel over him. Do something but don't let him start flying around our house." Quickly, J surmised the situation and told me that not only was there Mr. Beady-Eye, there was also Mrs. Beady-Eye in for an early morning visit.

How did that happen? How did we get not one but two pigeons in our bedroom?

I heard J speak to our visitors politely in a coaxing voice, "Come on, fly out the window. You know it is much nicer outside."

There was J quietly cooing to the pigeons. Meanwhile I was yelling from under the duvet "throw a towel over them. Get them out or they will start s***ting everywhere. GET THEM OUT NOW!"

I'm not sure if it was my approach or J's cooing manner, but soon one made his way out. However, the second decided to fly up and perch on J's wardrobe. It became a staring contest between J and Mrs. Beady-Eyes. Eventually, J's convincing tone swished her out the open window.

What a start to the morning!

Looks like we have to go buy those crazy spikes which I always thought were inhumane. Not any more. I can't live in a Pigeon Coop.

6 comments:

Burke said...

yikes!

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Burke said...

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Lola's Sister said...

HOLY (pigeon) SHIT! How the HELL did they get INSIDE???? Was the window open? Is there a hole in your home somewhere, allowing for stealthy pigeons to creep in and join you? What the hell?????

I hope they have found a more suitable perch, somewhere more appropriately OUTDOORS-y.

And, by the way, your mother is used to you and your messy bedrooms, but your bedroom is not THAT messy, in any case.

Anonymous said...

From Jonathan... what Lisa neglected to explain was that in the middle of the night we were so hot under her sub arctic duvet, that I was pushed out of bed to open the window... a little too wide I guess... a few hours later I was chasing pigeons around the laundry basket, but not before I threw on some jeans... wasn't going to risk being nipped on the nipper!

tania said...

that is HILARIOUS!!!!
for me anyway- wow-
you need some screens on those windows!