Another one tonight!
It's mating season and the pigeons are currently hard at it. I don't mind watch all the cooing, bowing and scraping, but when the fights start up, it's like chucking out time in an episode of "Peaky Blinders".
And the trouble is, when they all take flight, they have absolutely no idea what they're doing or where they're going ....
That's four now we've had crash into our windows in the last month!
The second one hit a bedroom window and fell with a resounding BONGGGGG onto an empty wheelie bin. Mrs O, who was in that room at the time, jumped a mile.
Last night's one hit the patio doors apparently bum first, and I had to slosh it all off with a bucket of water. Feathers everywhere.
Tonight's was just a little Bong, but when we looked out of the window, one pigeon was wandering drunkenly around the patio steps, metaphorically clutching its head, whilst another one looked on gormlessly.
Blinkin' lunatics, the lot of them ....
