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Well, here we go again.
I just went onto my balcony to water some plants that I have out there, in big-normous clay pots. One of these pots has no plants in it, just dirt.
And two pigeon eggs!
When I opened the door a big flurry of wings greeted me… the startled Mom pigeon. I have a patio table in the corner, and under this, a big clay pot filled with nice soft dirt.
Prime pigeon real-estate! All that is missing is one of those big flashing arrow signboards, saying LAY EGGS HERE!
Last season, when the homely brood finally flew away, I soused the soil in that pot with kerosene, thinking that this would deter prospective parents this year.
I guess it didn’t.
Now, not only will I have pigeons again, but they will be high on fumes.
Why didn’t you just throw out the dirt altogether Cipriano?
NOW YOU TELL ME!
See, I just don’t have it in me to go and do the other option, which is to just mercilessly pick the eggs out of there and throw them away.
Or throw them over the edge, at cars on Bolton Street, which could even be fun!
No, I can’t do it. Even though they are pigeons and pigeons are vermin.
They’re still living creatures.
I guess I am officially against Pigeonbortion!
For former, extremely related stories… click here, and here.