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I have no love for pigeons. I hate them. They’re dirty, disgusting, disease-ridden, and any other negative words that begin with the Letter D. I’ve seen pigeons peck at vomit, used condoms, hypodermic needles, dog feces, and discarded Menudo (not the food, I saw a pigeon chowing down on a Menudo CD).

On the other hand, I’ve learned a lot about pigeons in the last few months because a young pigeon-couple built a nest right outside the kitchen window where my desk is. I watched these guys carry bits of string, electrical cord, paper towels, and barbershop hair (I’m guessing with this one…I don’t know where else they would pick up such a large pile of hair…) to a little space on the back stairs of the building right next to us. They built their nest and would hang out in it all day. They would become very happy around three in the morning, cooing and thrashing around, having what I imagine to be the best pigeon-sex possible. Basically, they were a couple of stupid pigeons that weren’t harming anybody. True that they were noisy but no more so then any other jerk around here.

Well, somebody must have made a call to somebody else because the pigeons have been kicked out. Not only kicked out but their nest was kicked apart and thrown away. A large chicken-wire sort of fence has been strung up along those stairs now, making it impossible for any more pigeons to build a home there. Funny, our building has what could be described as “interesting characters” living in it and some of those characters are loud and abusive and have the cops called on them all the time. Nobody seems to have made the call to get those guys kicked out yet the pigeons that were just trying to raise a family are gone with no hope of coming back.

The pigeon couple keeps flying around, wondering what happened to their home. They come around every twenty minutes or so and flap their wings against the wire and then they leave. I wonder where they disappear to when they’re not here, are they looking for tools? Perhaps more pigeons? It’s obvious that they’re upset but there’s not a thing they can do about it.
While I still have no love for pigeons I feel a bit of sadness when I look out the window. I’ll miss my little friends and I wish them the best of luck. Sheesh, even the pigeons have to fight for rental space in San Francisco.

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