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There are pigeons living on the roof. There used to be a single pigeon, but it was lonely so now there are a lot of them. I don't mind them. I sleep right through their coo-ing. My mom thinks they're noisy, and hopes our neighbour's cat will eat them.
My dad is more pro-active. He's doing that thing Lesley's father did. He hammered nails on a piece of wood and set it on the roof, so they jut upward to the sky. He's also had a massive barbecue to smoke them out. The pigeons retaliated by shitting profusely all over the balcony. Just massive shit torpedoes like you wouldn't believe it. Gosh, it was like war of the worlds.
My dad is more pro-active. He's doing that thing Lesley's father did. He hammered nails on a piece of wood and set it on the roof, so they jut upward to the sky. He's also had a massive barbecue to smoke them out. The pigeons retaliated by shitting profusely all over the balcony. Just massive shit torpedoes like you wouldn't believe it. Gosh, it was like war of the worlds.