Thank you for making me cry, upstairs neighbour and 3 different crews of workers who THIS FUCKING SUMMER 2011 noticed our water-heaters' exhaust tubes were out of date, didn't bother to ring ME or leave me a message or tell our very kind porter (who would surely have warned me), and absently mentioned it IN FUCKING DECEMBER 2011, so we had to call the plumbers and substitute them RIGHT ON TIME FOR PIGEON MATING SEASON, and they DEVASTATED my pigeon protections (harmless spikes) on the veranda where the boilers are, without even asking for our help, to the point that later I could not even find all the pieces again, so I had to rig up something because suddenly NO MARKET SHOP BRICOCENTER IN THE WHOLE FUCKING UNIVERSE HAS THE SPIKES ANYMORE, and the pigeons got into our veranda.
And here I started to cry, which I do regularly when I think about it, because last spring I already had to clean one dead egg and one dead pigeon fetus from a basket. Pigeons are the most hated animal here in the city, but when the same couple (or not) comes every year to our veranda and I begin to recognize their markings, I do mind them covering everything in guano, but I'm more upset by having to pick up their dead offsprings because we use the veranda, we can't help but disturbing the female and her eggs or hatchlings. I can't see or even imagine an anymal being hurt, I'm getting worse and worse, I guess it comes with middle age. Finally last year a youngling managed to grow up and fly away, and we cleaned everything and put up the pigeon-proof spikes that were torn up by the plumbers.
So the pigeon got in again. At first I tried to shore up the defences while they were still building the nest, and what made me cry first was the pathetic things they brought in, twigs and dry leaves, and I regularly threw them away. Anyway they happily marched over my coat hangers and silvery ribbons. I was satisfied that they were ignoring their usual place, until one day I went out to get a bottle of water and I saw a suspiciously ALONE pigeon fly away from a corner, as in "hatching mother". While she was away I peeked into the corner and found a pile of plastic buckets and basins, and inside the top one was the still-empty but complete nest.
What the hell was I supposed to do? Throw it away while maybe the female was ready to lay her eggs? Of course. I couldn't do it and I cried some more.
Sure enough, one day that I went out noisily forgetting we had a mommy pigeon in the corner and she flew away, I looked in and there are 2 white eggs. I cried again.
Today the wind tore away some more protection, and it was a paradox, me trying to pull down all that useless stuff and scaring the poor beast even more. I was so angry that I went back in and wrote this, even knowing my aunt will kill me when she learns there are pigeons (hopefully) hatching on her veranda. I wanted to write some long-due fanfic and instead here I am crying over pigeons. All this when we could have fixed it all during the winter if those brain-deads had just FUCKING WARNED ME IN SUMMER.