HE’S BACK.

This morning, as I was enjoying a lovely mug of hot chocolate on my balcony, I noticed a sound I could no longer ignore. In fact, I had been ignoring this sound for about a week, but was hoping that it was fleeting and not a permanent fixture.

That sound, it is the sound of a pigeon. COOING.

The irritating thing is that you can hear it from inside the house, but I can’t actually SEE the damned bird anywhere. I suspect that it is nesting in the tree whose tip meets my balcony, but short of jumping into the tree, hugging it like a firepole as I slide the whole way down, there is no way of confirming this. There is also no way of getting rid of it.

Yet.

I am devising a strategy. Enemy, beware.