We turned our balcony into a nice place to sit outside and enjoy the flower-scented air. Now I hear the heavy "flap, flap flap" of a pigeon struggling up from the railing to the roof.
A pair of pigeons flies around our house from ledge to ledge trying to find a comfortable place to roost. I am doing my best to discourage them. Waving the curtains at them scares them off for a few minutes. Opening a window and shouting at them works better. Flailing my arms adds an extra dimension to the hostilities and amuses my neighbors. Tod recommended a pellet gun but I'm not prepared for all-out war. Yet.
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