The pigeons have found our ledge again. Lots of them.
I'm also thinking there's a name for a band in here somewhere...a Flock of Pigeons...
Yesterday around lunch, when Z-Girl made her way home through the snow and slush she settled in for a conference call and I spotted movement outside. I slowly approached a window, putting just my front paws on the sill. I don't think the birds noticed my ears and whiskers.
With this Manhattan came trotting over. Quick, but low to the ground with no pitter-patter and joined me at the second window.
Lulu was then tipped off that something was happening. She climbed into the third window and she was immediately transfixed.
Bessie was asleep under the bed and didn't stir. Coco didn't care.
When Z-Girl came to investigate, she counted at least 15 pigeons, cooing and nestling in their feathers for their naps. When she returned with her camera, most of them had left. I think I scared them with my chattering.
This morning, even more of them formed a cluster and landed on our ledge. All five of the Squeedunk cats rushed the windows to check it out. Z-Girl says that we looked like a pack of Big Cats going after our prey.
This was short lived. It seems they want to hang out on the sill but are not yet sure that the glass provides a safe barrier between US and THEM...