Saturday, September 22, 2012
Every time we were gone for a while, pigeons would try to move in somewhere....the patio or one of the terraces. Ned was the great pigeon hunter. He didn't actually kill them but he tried a lot of ways to shoo them away and if he heard one he was out of his chair and running to the patio or terrace to shoot them with the water hose or wave a towel and holler at them. After some time of disturbing their roosting spots, they would move on. The pigeons had moved in again on the upper terrace. With some help, I now have all the roosting spots screened off. So far, so good. No pigeon poop on the terrace floor today.
I think the problem is solved but I've been smiling for the last couple of days remembering how Ned looked flapping a towel and shouting "Shoo."
This image....We had rain most of the night last Sunday. On Monday when I walked into town the streets were still wet. I love the reflections of the building and sky on the cobblestones.