I went for a walk with Boyfriend earlier and I had the foresight to bring some bread "in case we meet The Goose". We did. Not only did I get to get fairly close to him without him hissing but he also had his posse* with him and they chased all the other ducks away. As I was throwing out bread crumbs Boyfriend took some photos and just as we were quite happy like that....
swoooooosh!
about 25 disgusting, filthy, horrible pigeons swooped in hoping to get some bread as well. Little did they know that it was me and due to my fear/hatred of pigeons I gripped my little breadbag as tight as possible while "shooing" at them.
Filthy things.
I know they have a right to live and I won't kill any (where the heck are all the hawks and other birds/animals that eat them??) but I find them so creepy when they get close. They eat everything and breed as if there was no tomorrow. And there's always one that feels particularly brave and tries to get within touching distance. I know that one of them will shit on my head one day and I'm looking out for the ones that fly above me. If I could have a "no fly zone" over my head - I would arrange it. Very few people are as aware of flying pigeons as I am and I know they're just waiting for the day when I let my guard down. And when/if that day comes and they poop on my head I'll make sure every single pigeon will learn from when they're inside the egg - not to mess with Ems.
I really don't like pigeons and even if I was very happy to see The Goose again it was not as nice a walk as it would have been -it kinda hurts my neck looking around/up all the time... Perhaps I should go see someone about my hatred/fear of pigeons - it can't be healthy.
Anyway, we 're off for some drinks at T&A's house just because it's Sunday and we can. That's a good an valid reason for a drink.
*the 4 white ducks
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