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Pigeons

We have an air conditioner perched out of our hi-rise apartment that the pigeons have taken to like a nest in the Himalayas. At first I thought they were roosting to have some babies -- which I sort of warmed to believing the rabbit could have a min-wild kingdom from the confines of our living room, and also because as the myth goes in New York: We always see adult pigeons, but no one ever sees the babies.

But instead of laying eggs, the pigeons have left, well, you guessed it.

So instead of watching the pigeons with fascination, I've taken to throwing pencils, small books, or just about anything on my desk that I think won't break the window to chuck when I hear their foul wings rubbing against the glass. And the rabbit has now followed suit. She prefers to toss crayons and her small collection of rubber balls screaming, "Go away you DIS-gustin pigeons!"

I promise. We'll keep her away from the nature preserves.

Comments

Bec said…
Rats with wings, honey, that's all they are.

My Pea Princess has some guppie babies that will be ready to leave home in a few weeks if you want a wild-kingdom?

It's only a short hop across the Pacific (I don't think the guppies would like the Atlantic...)
Manhattan Mama said…
Oh! Guppies! We have 26 babies. Maybe we could have a foreign-exchange situation....I agree about the Atlantic -- being a California girl, my heart belongs to the warm waters of the Pacific even as I spend my youth (uh hem) in Gotham....
Bec said…
What an exciting international opportunity for our baby fish!
Now, to find a padded envelope that won't leak...

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