I am in the semi sticks, train station, rubbish bus service, surrounded by farms.
I am a fan of bird song in general, and a fan of birds. But I have developed a loathing of the cooing of fat wood pigeons. 4 fucking 30am I was wide awake with a sound track of loud cooing seemingly everywhere, we have velux window over my side of bed so the three hundred/dozen/million pigeons massing on our street were super loud.
I am veggie but started craving pigeon pie in the early hours along with contemplating the ownership of a bazooka or such like to destroy all fat pigeons... I find their fondness for flying at speed into our Windows and occasionally actually killing themselves that way irritating. Also how flappy they are and how boughs bend under their massive bulk is annoying. When I first moved here I was struck by how healthy they looked in comparison to manky footed, sooty city pigeons, but I soon realised they are just as stupid and pestilential as the city fuckers just fat and pretty.
Sitting here in the garden I am enjoying the twittering and cheeping from tits, chaffinches, sparrows and the like. We are also very fortunate to see Red Kites regularly. Magnificent and graceful. But the ruddy pigeons... Uh. Did I mention that due to the position of our bed in relation to the ground window a couple of years ago I went up to my room and was greeted with the right of a pigeon perched on the window sill. Back to me and are hanging over, it looked at me unconcerned, casually pooed on my bed then flapped off!
So pigeons are bastards, yes?