Quote the Pigeon, "Boo!"
Tuesday, 8. April 2008, 03:11:16
So I've settled down in Houston. Everything is pretty much in order. I've got a job, an apartment, a roommate, and a solved pigeon problem. Our tiny second floor apartment includes a little balcony. Problem is, our courtyard is some sort of pigeon breading ground and most of the other balconies were already equipped with pigeon netting when we moved in. Ours wasn't. The mountains of poop pretty much coated the balcony floor. So, of course, we paid the apartment complex to come put up some netting but before they got around to installing the stuff, it was too late. The pigeons had laid eggs.We agonized over the morality of destroying these pretty white eggs before they become massive poop machines. I mean, when is the egg considered a living bird? When it is fertilized, or when it hatches?
After much soul searching, and one chicken omelet latter, we decided to kill the pigeon eggs in favor of our own desire for outdoor living. We're selfish bastards, I know, but thats the circle of life for ya. For two days after the nest was gone, dad pigeon slept on our railing all night staring blindly like a gargoyle into our living room with his tiny beady red eyes.
And leaving a large pile of poop every morning.
Once, when arriving home from work, I even caught mommy and daddy pigeon doing it right in front of me on the sidewalk as if to say "Ha we'll just make more eggs and put those on your balcony too, Egg smasher!"
Then the netting went up. I don't know if they'll place a new nest but with his old perch gone dad has taken to sleeping on the concrete steps that lead up to our apartment; squatting nefariously under a stoop... watching us unflinchingly as we stomp of the stares.
It has become quite obvious that he is plotting our demise.
If I die falling down the stairs, look for beak marks on my ankles.
Reminds me of a lol cat. 
Classy.
My mother and I spent a good part of the day climbing up and down over the granite boulders that surround the lake. It was a warm day but the high altitude slowed us down more than the heat. 
