Be it ever so humble?

When we first moved into this apartment we didn't know the pigeons had already claimed their space. I shooed them away and tried to scare them with a big plastic bobble-head owl. It didn't work and I knew I was in trouble when I saw a female doing the "let's do it" dance for the big plastic owl. With Spring almost here and the weather getting warmer, the little guys are getting ready to roost and make babies and these two think they have found the perfect two story "fly-up" just outside our window.

She sits in the abandoned flower pot thinking about how great it's going to look as a nursery and he sits above her, on the second floor looking so proud of himself for finding such a safe, protected home for his mate. I don't have the heart to shoo them away. I understand how great it feels to find the perfect home. I'm going to be moving into mine in 5 days and that old, crappy shelf isn't coming with me. As I move into my new home I will be ripping away their new home and putting in an alley for someone else to find and use and I feel kind of bad about that. Hopefully the new tenants will have something roost worthy that they will replace it with, otherwise Walter and Penelope are shit outta luck. (I'm pretty sure that's their names).

Hey, it's a tough market out there...