When I moved into my current apartment, last June, there were a couple of pigeons who had made their home on the balcony. They promptly disappeared. Not into a pie, but of their own accord.
A couple of months ago they reappeared, choosing exactly the same place to set up their ‘home’, on top of a closet/wardrobe/storage thingy. Well, on top of a suitcase on top of the closet thingy. Quite pleasant little critters really, except for the cleaning up after them bit. They’re not very good at that, to say the least.
Thought about tying a small brush to their tails.
They were always very quiet, until about a month ago. A lot of cooing, loud cooing, and at all times of day and night. You can hear it with the windows and doors closed. And from the other side of the apartment.
As I type, sitting on the balcony, Mrs Pigeon has just flown back in. People around doesn’t bother them anymore. And they’re quite attentive when you talk to them. They don’t take the blindest bit of notice, but they’re attentive!
Today, one of them has spent the whole time flitting backwards and forwards across the road to another balcony with a number of pot plants on it, grabbing bits and bringing them ‘home’. Yes Dave and Donna, your little balcony garden is on the move! Now you know where it’s gone too!
Presumably we’re in for the patter of tiny pigeon feet before long. It’s actually quite fascinating to watch them. However, I did have to draw the line earlier. It’s one thing setting up house on the closet thingy, but it’s another when they come down and stretch out on the lounger!
Here’s one of them nicking the goodies from Dave’s balcony.