Not Letting the Rain Drag me Down

Even though it has been rainy outside, The Pigeon Lady cheered us up the other day by bringing home a ''Pebble Beach Garden''. God she does buy some crap. She said its because she hasn't had time to take me to the beach or do anything else exciting.

So she dumped me and Kev in it like two children being dumped in a sand pit, and she buggered of. She wouldn't even let me have some water so I could make a sand castle. Said she was too busy ''doing something important'' involving faffing about with a guinea pig run. Puh. So in rebellion i played ''burying the smallest member of the group''.

That got boring after a while, and while Kev was shaking out his feather, muttering in a high pitched voice, some careless person wandered past and lost a flip flop. We were mostly horrified by the shocking pattern. Not classy.

But then I realised it was colour coded with my blog (blue and orange) so Kev spent a while laughing at me about that. I threatened to bury him again and was just about to when a seagull crashed our beach party

He said his name was Nigel, and we had a good ole chat. You see, we pigeons have a lot in common with seagulls, as we are both considered pests, but when you get to know us, we have an earthy, twinkly charm. Much like the Irish. We are solid, good old fashioned no nonsense persons. And damn handsome to boot. (this doesn't apply to the Irish. Well, not all of them.) Of course, seagulls are considerably denser than pigeons, as they will eat something the size of their own body in one gulp. Us pigeons have the common sense to chuck it around first to break off small, more manageable bits.

When Nigel flew off (we sent our regards to the real seaside crew) i relaxed and bathed in the glow of the clouds strewn skies and 100watt bulb of the Pigeon Lady's bedroom. I might convince her to let us have a campfire at some point.