Adventures of a Pigeon Hunter

We have a balcony.  It's a really nice balcony with lots of storage for the things we don't have room for in the house. There's a bad part about this balcony.  Pigeons love it too.  Pigeons love it so much they poop on it.  Pigeon poop carries diseases. We don't like diseases.

This poor kid doesn't like them either. 

As the man of the family, Micah took it upon himself to protect us from the same disease-carrying pigeon poop the kid above didn't avoid.  How do you do that?  Kill the pigeons, of course.

He started out by going to Big 5 and buying a really big knife that was on sale because that's the logical thing to do.  Then he set up a trap on our porch. He used a crate that I was using to hold all of my music in (thanks, honey) and used a rolled up newspaper to prop one end up.  Then he put Flinger's old hamster food underneath the crate.  It looks like this:

...without the string.

Micah's idea is that the newspaper is so precariously situated that the birds' clumsy bodies will knock it over in their rush to get the food.  Once the bird is caught, we kill it with the knife.  Pretty ingenious, right?

Well, not so much.  The idea was great, but as of today, there is no more food left under the box. The box is still standing.

I guess those clever pigeons win this time. No worries, though. There's another plan in the works.

Until next time...