The bungalow was assuredly God’s gift to pigeons. Wide sheltering eaves and decorative braces make the perfect places to build ugly pigeon nests or deposit nasty pigeon waste. These filthy birds are clogging my gutters and poluting my yard with their nests and mess.
Well, guess what? I’ve had it with the pigeons. Countless evenings last summer and autumn I scared off the pigeons by spraying my garden hose up on the roof, but they always returned by morning. I swept away all their nests last fall but the pigeons have been back for weeks with their nests rebuilt.
So Monday I declared war. That morning I bought a package of hunting pellets for my old BB gun and waited for the right moment to strike. My moment came early yesterday morning when I heard the dreaded cooing coming from just beyond my bedroom ceiling as I contemplated hitting the snooze button.
At this point (because of the questionable legality of firing BB guns in the city) I may have grabbed my peashooter, marched into the backyard and popped a pigeon off the peak of my house… or I may have hit the snooze bar, gone back to sleep and dreamed the whole thing.
Whichever story is real, I’m happy to say the pigeons were absent from my house that day. But if they come around tomorrow or the next day, I may have a little something for them… or I may not.
This summer I would like to install some screening and spikes in popular roosting areas so I can try to prevent future pigeon problems. The places on the roof where these measures are in place have not become roosting areas. It is a “win-win” for me and the pigeons if I can convince them to just move on to someone else’s place. Nobody roosts, nobody gets hurt.