or Hoovering Grass
Flying rats, my father calls pigeons, maybe they are. There are a great many of them on the midden. This time of year there are lots of eggshells on the ground, from where newly born pigeons have kicked the used shells out, in order to make more room in their nests.
From the Pigeon’s Progress – Part 1, you will remember the newly partnered feathered friends had made their nest on the top of the opened bus window. The next days rained; hat lovely English rain that goes on without end; and the nest continued to slip, furthermore, rain now ran back into the bus, soaking the back floor and threatening the new woodwork below.
I also noticed that because the window was now slightly angled up that the eggs had rolled out of the nest and were sat on the bare glass!!!!
So trying to solve this set of new problems, a slightly shorter stick was found, plastic sheet to redirect the water out of the bus was collected. As the second rescue operation began there was a large explosion and glass flew in all directions. The stick being pushed against the window had caused it to break and glass, sticks and egg yolk rained on me, the floor and the grass outside the bus.
The rest of my day, three hours, was spent hoovering the grass and collecting 3 bags of broken pieces. At least there were no baby pigeons in the eggs. Definitely inexperienced pigeons!
