Thursday, 31 July 2008

In Training

Now the pigeons have taken a new approach. They back just enough of their rear ends over the roof of the building so that they can shit directly on my balcony--anywhere on my balcony, doesn't matter. Judging by what I saw out there just now, two of three of them can gang up and all shit together in the same spot.

Perhaps I've forever ruined a prime nesting site with my netting and my plastic barbs and toxins, but they still rule the air overhead, and in fact are such skilled shitters that they can hit a folded lawnchair from 300 meters.

Keep your Beijing Olympics, I've got to beat the pigeons.

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