My problem with birds is that they have no concept of private property. Every damned morning, the stupid pigeons flutter into our balcony, and then, if the room adjacent is empty, they pitter-patter straight in. If someone steps into the room, and seeing them, you know… screeches in terror, they act all outraged and fluttery and start whooshing around the room, like it’s their fortress that has been breached.
Listen up, pij. This is MY room, MY balcony, and you do NOT get to flutter to MY ceilings and sqwak at me because I caught you trying to build a nest on MY ceiling fan.
Stupid pigeons. Why can’t you be like the pretty kingfishers and parrots who – blast them – don’t come anywhere near my rooms?