Since late last year I have been at war with the pigeons that like to hang out in our backyard. More times that I will admit I have been out there with a hose screaming like a crazy lady encouraging the dog to bark. Those pigeons were the bane to my backyard existence.
Now, before we move ahead it is important to know that although we are not fans of our human neighbors, we are great kin with most of the animals on the street. Even the outdoor cats (we sneak treats to them occasionally).
Rewind to last Saturday. Hubs had just arrived home from taking his final CPA (cue angels singing) and he decided to let the dog outside. About a minute later I see him look out the window and then say, “What the heck?” (heck wasn’t the word, but we are trying to be a little PG around here).
He quickly scurries the dog inside and then looks at me and I ask him what is wrong. “You don’t want to see, but let’s just say the pigeon issue is gone.”
I look at him with a quizzical look and about 30 seconds later I realize that there is a dead bird … in my backyard. Barf! I had yet to look at the carnage, but I was getting far too excited that the bird was gone. One who usually cries at the sight of something being hurt, I felt ten sorts of awful for being happy.
Darling husband went out to inspect and came back in to tell me that one of the neighbor cats must have gotten a hold of it … and they left it as a present for us. Cute! Well as cute as a dead animal gift can be.
So thinking I was off the hook from helping to clean up, husband went out there to take care of the mess.
Oh no, he was not letting me off the hook with this one.
So there I was holding the garbage bag open while husband cleaned up the mess. And you can bet I was NOT quiet. Oh no, I was screaming and gagging. Which of course was a HUGE help to my husband … or not.
So the pigeon is gone. I am fairly certain he was out there long enough to leave a message to the other pigeons a la horse head in the bed godfather style.
Rest in peace little pigeon foe/friend. In a weird way I will miss you and our crazy antics.
Hahaha, dead animals aside, this was a funny story. Our cat always kills blue jays in the yard, but it doesn’t bother me because usually they’ll swoop down and antagonize him while he’s hanging out in the yard. If they get caught, it’s there own darn fault for teasing him!
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed the story and can relate to the traumatic events. Your poor kitty getting picked on — afterwards he is probably like “who is laughing now kid?”
Oh god I HATE HATE HATE birds. They run into my glass doors no matter how much shit I put into the windows… and break their little necks on my back deck. It is SO gross and annoying.
I’m glad at least one of your problem birds is taken care of. Disgusting.
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Ugh, I couldn’t imagine hearing that bang and having to clean it up all the time. It has been nice not hearing that pigeon make whatever noise pigeons make.
You feel the same way about pigeons as I feel about shrews. My dogs and cats are always catching them and leaving them on the porch for me…
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Yuck! I mean it is sweet that they leave the gift, but wouldn’t a nice snuggle do just as well?
I probably would have dropped the bag after he got in there and my luck the dead bird would fall back out then I would be screaming and running. Lol. Glad you made it unharmed !
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I almost did drop the bag, I kept pulling the bag away. I would have FREAKED if it had touched me.