what are they for?

[ramtops]

as I have often said, it's like the killing fields round here. Yesterday, Lilith brought in a pigeon, and went to ground with it under the head of the bed, where she couldn't be got at. Liessa went to join the fun and, although [I'm very pleased to say] I didn't go in there, perlmonger says that there were ghastly crunching and slurping sounds. TMI, I'm sure.

we pulled the bed out last night to dispose of the remains, and hoover up the feathers. There are a *lot* of feathers on a pigeon - so many that the little Dustbuster couldn't cope, and the Dyson had to brought into play. While vacuuming, perlmonger located a mouse [deceased]. He located it because the Dyson slurped it into its narrow hose, rear end first, and so we were treated to the image of the head and torso of a mouse sticking out of a vacuum cleaner tube.

In case anyone is unaware what we have to put up with, a reminder is here. There is also another dead [soggy] mouse on the patio, and the remains of another pigeon bagged up waiting for the bin men.

is it any wonder that we're disturbed?

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[thewingedteapot.livejournal.com]

Ours have been behaving recently, but I still treasure the day earlier this year when I went upstairs and found a bird chirping outside one of the bedrooms. Luckily it was unhurt but it was fun catching it and letting it out without scaring it to death. And my husband (a GP) did have to make me an urgent call one month when I was pinned in the living room as one of the cats and a mouse played chase in the hall.
But then one of the curled up next to me last night and purred lots and it all seemed worth it - or at least until the start of the indoor frog season next year.