F****** pigeons! I hate ’em.
Honestly, I do.
They are evil little f****** that have woken me every morning since I’ve returned.
What sort of God invented f****** pigeons.
They sit on my window cill and f****** coo.
But it’s not a coo.
It’s more than that.
These f****** have their own raucous coo.
It’s a f****** Karcoo-coo type of noise.
And they repeat it, and repeat it, and repeat it, and repeat it and f****** repeat it.
Karcoo-coo, Karcoo-coo, Karcoo-coo, Karcoo-coo, Kar……..you get the f****** picture.
Is it a f****** mating call ?
Do they want f****** feeding?
Are they pining for Trafalger Square?
Do they miss having a f****** early morning poo on Nelson.
Why can’t they shut the f*** up?
Why can’t the seagulls rip their f****** wings off?
I bought a plastic Hawk. It is meant to frighten f****** Pigeons away.
Frighten the f****** away ! they come and visit the thing at five in the f****** morning.
Probably asking if he wants to come out and have a f****** coo !
They should all be f****** shot and roasted in garlic.
Do you think I’m over reacting? Not being reasonable? Not appreciating Mother Nature?
Well think of this…..
It’s only my f****** house the little b******* come and sit on at five in the f****** morning ……….and coo!
What the f*** have I done to deserve this ?
Sea gulls……..they’re OK ! ……………’cos they eat dogs apparently.
Dogs !! f****** dogs! don’t get me started on dogs !!!…………………