You know you’re going to have an interesting day when you have pigeons greeting you in the office in the morning.
Without my morning coffee, I walked into the office to see two of my coworkers dancing around with empty boxes in their hands, in what looked like to me some religious dance. Then out of nowhere a pigeon comes swooping in, thus explaining everything.
As I write I am staring at one of the two birds, as it sits, perched up on top of one of the windows. The other is doing the same on the other side of the room. I know that they are looking down at us, with their sweet little grins, laughing at us for not being able to outwit them.
Yes pigeons, I see right through your beady little eyes.
One by one the office begins to fill with workers, each having their own reaction to the matter at hand. Some are calm, others frightened for dear life. All at the mercy of the pigeons.
It’s funny to see everyone huddle to the corners of the room, avoiding the pigeons as they take flight because they are afraid to get pooped on.
I, on the other hand, just sit. I have just as much a chance of not getting pooped on here, then anywhere else. I’ll just sit in my chair and take in the show. I won’t let the pigeons scare me. Not today. I will stand my post.
With every attempt to catch the feathered opposition, they take flight and circle around the room. With each swoop, there are shrieks of emotion.
AH!
Eek!
Yes, I really did here someone say eek.
It’s as if the pigeons are bombers, dropping their toxic arsenal all over our open office, hoping to hit one of the moving targets, which happen to be us.
They laugh at us from above at a death-defying 12 feet. Luckily for us, there was no direct hit. But they did manage to hit someone’s keyboard and I’m amused to say that he found out the hard way. He sat down to commence typing when his fingers pressed away only to realize that he had been marked.
It’s vulnerable moments like this that I truly believe bring us coworkers closer together.
Oh good, animal control showed up. I bet they have a better way of getting rid of these guys than waving boxes around and tossing Nerf balls at them.
Looks like the pigeons won this battle. Till we meet again.
Pigeons 1, MeziMedia 0.
So I got sick of sitting on the couch or riding a stationary bike at the gym, so I decided to splurge a bit and go see what kind of trails await me in Southern California.