Hey, Dave guy. Thought you might be interested in what happened.
Yeah, they put up netting and supposedly pulled out and “eliminated” the pigeon fledglings. We had our first quiet night in two weeks and were very happy.
My husband went to the front door first thing the next morning and opened it, saying “Thank God – no more fucking pigeons!”, and . . . you guessed it . . . there on our threshhold were perched two fat, fully-feathered fledglings, doing their best to come back to their nest. Unfortunately, the nest wasn’t there anymore, so the best alternative their little pigeon brains could come up with was to come into our porch, which is about 50 feet below where the nest used to be. I guess it felt something like the old roof niche to them. The exterminator must have just pulled them out and flung them over his shoulder.
Anyway, right on my husband’s heels was one of our little pug dogs, who instantly lunged for the fledglings like a born bird dog. The pigeons flapped up and flew INTO our house, and Chubby bravely cornered one in the living room (staying a good safe four feet away), yapping and growling ferociously.
We caught the birds and walked them two blocks down our street, and put them on the lawn in a park. They could fly a bit, and should be able to get into the trees in a day or two. Chubby’s hackles are still standing up on her back, and we’re both glad to know that we are protected from fierce ground-dwelling pigeon fledglings.
Thanks for all your advice. I wonder if we’ll find “The Pigeon Sisters” back on our threshhold tonight.