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7cut - 2-28-2005 at 01:44 AM

This morning i noticed that the two pigeons who´ve been hanging out on our balcony for like two weeks by now have built a nest in a cardboard box.....and now the girl is breeding. awww. the neighbour´s will be so pissed about the noise.

corkey16 - 2-28-2005 at 07:15 AM

my husband told me that pigeons are the most stupid birds. I wonder if it's true?:yes:

bananaboat - 2-28-2005 at 08:11 AM

Ugh. I remember I used to live in a house that had pigeons living in the attic. It was so disgusting because they crapped all every where and they would wake me up 6 in the morning because of their constant cooing. Dirty birds.:mad:

Seb - 2-28-2005 at 09:14 AM

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Originally posted by bananaboat
Ugh. I remember I used to live in a house that had pigeons living in the attic. It was so disgusting because they crapped all every where and they would wake me up 6 in the morning because of their constant cooing. Dirty birds.:mad:


Same thing happened to me at our old house.

minimandy14 - 2-28-2005 at 07:41 PM

I was walking around Seattle a few weeks ago and this pigeon flew by me and almost hit me in the head, it scared the crap out of me, pigeon are now, needless to say, my least favorite bird.

RiffRaff - 3-1-2005 at 12:09 AM

I was traveling through France a few years ago and ended up spending several nights in Nice. I was with my girlfriend at the time -- a big dumb thing named Emily -- who shuffled after me as I arranged our accomdations.

The woman at the visitor's center spoke adequate english, as all them fuckers can and relunctantly do. Je ne veux pas parler francais avec vous, you collaboarating pieces of shit who played bend-over-boyfriend to Mother Germany as you went out of your way to deport your own jewish population.

Anyway, so, the woman asks me how much I want to pay for my room that night.

"I dunno. Cheap. Make with the calls, ma petite bitch."

Mlle. Snatchflaps rings up the local hotel (chinese hat over the 'o' ) and books our reservation.

"That'll be [some number] francs."

"What's that in Euros?"

CUT TO:

We enter the hotel -- it's got a charming little lobby. Crazy fucking fantasy land European television on the fritz in the corner, spewing out disconcerting PAL images of what was, I fail to remember but am confident in asserting, a highly contested and loudly commentated soccer match.

We get our key from a sagging, dragging woman clearly the victim of a lifetime gloriously constructed around excessive brie intake and high-carb baguettes.

Up the stairs, down the hallway , and into the room.

B. FUCKING O. like you aint believe.

And what's the source? Could it be just a lingering aroma, still caught in the air, a souvenir left by the previous occupant certain to blow out of the technically french yet not architecturally french windows?

No, it's coming from one of the pillows on the bed. From what would become (by way of my enduring yet seldom rewarded generoisity) the place where I would rest my head that night.

Outside -- and this is where we're getting to the meat of the matter -- a nest of pigeons FLUTTERED AND SQUAWKED AND SHAT AWAY through the shadow, the light, the warm and the cool, the day and the night.

We went out, caught some titties at the beach, grabbed a prix fixe, a couple bottles of wine, and probably ended up fucking like only two people who have been together waayyyy too long and have continued to have sex well beyond the point of it being vaguely stimulating can.

Fell asleep, woke up the next morning, mosquito bites all over my face.

Spent a couple of days in Nice, I think. Can't really remember doing much there other than a beach trip and a load of laundry.

Got up at 7 in the morning, hungover as all get out, eager to catch the train to Barcelona.

Made it down to the train station to find it filled with rather sullen looking travelers. Spoke with one of the station attendants:

"There is a labor strike."

Oh that's just fucking great. Quelle bonne chance for us, you beret wearing black and white striped shirt always on the bicycle with the bread in the basket and the "La Vie en Rose" on the accordion with the skipping stones and the Montmartre and the camera booth repair guy wasn't really a ghost, and blah blah blah shit.

So we end up in Montpelier, a goregous little village in southwestern France. An unplanned visit, and like all unplanned visits, turned out to be one of the highlights of the trip. Ordering pizza delivery in a foreign country is an experience to be had by all.

The person at the hotel front counter was a dainty, and hopefully dirty, little French girl who spoke her native tongue in a delicate, high toned fashion, but spoke English like Barry White's death rattle. It was as if her balls dropped and retracted at the beginning and end of every American inflected phrase.

But what I'm getting at is this: those pigeons sucked.

[Edited on 1-3-2005 by RiffRaff]

7cut - 3-1-2005 at 01:07 AM

you should write scripts,boy. very very vivid and joyful.

I recall being so hungry and buying a large yummy sandwich at Trafalgar Square when like 20 pigeons come up to me and frickin` eating MY sandwich!!!!!

I put pieces of fabric next to the box she´s got her nest in so she can stuff it with that and won´t be that cold. i wonder how long the breeding´s gonna take ....and whether the little ones can survive in these Siberian temperatures.

wanted to feed `em after all with a bit of old bread and luckily a friend prevented me from that last minute ....she said they´d BURST if you fed them with bread since when they can´t find water in winter and you feed them with something salty they´d ...well, burst. explode. whatever. oops.

Noisemonster - 3-1-2005 at 01:47 AM

guess the cells burst if there's too much osmotic molecules in them. :o

my grandad had -among others- such pigeons like shown on your pic, 7. good times! ..pigeons are soooooo delicious!

7cut - 3-1-2005 at 03:16 AM

barbarian!!! :yes:


bananaboat - 3-1-2005 at 09:21 AM

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Originally posted by RiffRaff

...Oh that's just fucking great. Quelle bonne chance for us, you beret wearing black and white striped shirt always on the bicycle with the bread in the basket and the "La Vie en Rose" on the accordion with the skipping stones and the Montmartre and the camera booth repair guy wasn't really a ghost, and blah blah blah shit.
...
The person at the hotel front counter was a dainty, and hopefully dirty, little French girl who spoke her native tongue in a delicate, high toned fashion, but spoke English like Barry White's death rattle. It was as if her balls dropped and retracted at the beginning and end of every American inflected phrase.

But what I'm getting at is this: those pigeons sucked.

[Edited on 1-3-2005 by RiffRaff]


Haha those are my favourite parts.

Anyways, my friend told me that when pigeons are fed rice they explode too. She was telling me a story about her crazy friend when I found out about that. They were walking and they saw this dead pigeon and it's intestines were everywhere and her crazy friend gave it CPR and rubbed the intestines all over his face. :no: I feel ill now.

Noisemonster - 3-1-2005 at 11:32 AM

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Originally posted by 7cut
barbarian!!!


that's not too far from 'bavarian', my dear.. :lol:

minimandy14 - 3-1-2005 at 08:09 PM

Dude, I was sitting in a parking lot with a friend this one day and we were eating lunchables and all of these seagulls started circling us like Vulchures (can't spell) and it was soooooo scary, I thought that they were going to start diving after us. .. . . . . I guess we shouldn't have given that cracker to the poor girl seagull cause then they alll started coming down. . . . . .bad times, bad times. Seagulls are worse that Pigeons by far.

7cut - 3-2-2005 at 05:29 AM

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that's not too far from 'bavarian', my dear..


yep, barbarian bavarians! :D

btw. pigeon update. still breeding. has used provided fabric to stuff nest.



[Edited on 2-3-2005 by 7cut]