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Thoughts of a dying humourist
Wednesday, September 20, 2006


Conspiracy of the Columbiformes


What are the odds that two pigeons ("kransduiwe" in this case) fly into your room and sit around waking you up with their incessant noise? Small, you'd say. You'd be wrong.

For the past 4 days these two pigeons have flown in at 7 in the morning, and sat on my cupboard or chair. Thus forcing me to vacate my wonderful warm bed (and interesting dreams) to shoo them. The truly weird thing is they fly up during the day and sit on my window sill outside to check whether the window is open (literally : they walk around to the window in question and then, if its closed, they fly away)

I have no idea what the hell is going on. Its not like there's any form of food in my room anyhow.
Maybe I should just give up, name them and let them be my pets. Or I could tell them that I want something more permanent with them. That should send 'em running for the hills :P
Anni
21:37

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