So, I get home from work on a Wednesday night and there is this thing in the corner of our porch. As I get closer I realize it is a pigeon. He is the fattest pigeon I have ever seen. I assume he is hurt because why else would he be hanging out on our porch? So, we decided to leave him alone and see what happens. We named him 'Pigey'.
Over the next few days, Pigey has been making a huge pile of poop on my porch. He isn't hurt, or sick. He hops into the yard to eat little bugs, he flys around the neighborhood, he even has a girlfriend that he has brought home to his new roost. Now, I'm mad at Pigey. I thought he needed help and a place to stay. I didn't realize that he would be a messy house-guest. I told Ben that if Pigey was still around by the end of the weekend we would ask him to leave.
Well... Monday afternoon I am driving home and Ben calls to tell me that Pigey is no longer with us. Some... thing... ate him. We don't know what was able to sneak up on him because our porch isn't enclosed. Something pretty sneaky had a tasty snack. Here is what was left. Pretty gross.
Over the next few days, Pigey has been making a huge pile of poop on my porch. He isn't hurt, or sick. He hops into the yard to eat little bugs, he flys around the neighborhood, he even has a girlfriend that he has brought home to his new roost. Now, I'm mad at Pigey. I thought he needed help and a place to stay. I didn't realize that he would be a messy house-guest. I told Ben that if Pigey was still around by the end of the weekend we would ask him to leave. 
Well... Monday afternoon I am driving home and Ben calls to tell me that Pigey is no longer with us. Some... thing... ate him. We don't know what was able to sneak up on him because our porch isn't enclosed. Something pretty sneaky had a tasty snack. Here is what was left. Pretty gross.
