My husband is fighting a bird battle.
Our balcony – which I am a bit afraid of – has become the hang out spot of a couple of birds. I am not sure if they are the same pigeons or just lookalikes. But as far as Emile is concerned, it is the same damn birds pooping on his deck.
He came home from work tonight and spied his feathered nemeses out the window. He ran over, quietly and carefully opened the balcony door, then grabbed the pre-staged water squirt bottle and soaked those birds.
They didn’t like it much, but Emile? He was triumphant.
January 23rd, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: The Bird Battle for the Balcony