after two fucking hours of feathery nonsense, i lured the pigeon into my hallway. then opened my front door, hoping he would just walk right out.
and what do you think he did?! he strolled right into my kitchen, in the OPPOSITE direction. so i picked up a can from my recycling pile, and threw it on the other side of the bird so as to make him fly towards me, thus through the front door..
didn't happen.
so i "shoosh" him with a broom and he flies and lands on my sink. not only is that dirty and gross, but the window is not even a foot away from where it is doing a balancing act on a dried up yellow sponge. thankfully, the window is open and waiting for the fucker to free itself.
so i go back into my room, and i sit down to finish writing, and i hear it flap its wings and fly away! ... if only it was for good. thirty minutes later the pigeon was back in the plastic blue pot it calls "home".
THEE END.
