BEANS—OUT OF THE POCKET AND INTO THE POT

My bean throwing days are over. (See blog for Saturday, January 7, 2006, “A Pocket Full of Beans”)
For days I threw beans, almonds and shot streams of water. The pigeons flew away, but returned after a few minutes. My plan was to disrupt their routine for where they spent the night. It didn’t work! Night after night they continued to come---roost, poop, make a mess and fly away in the morning. I threw beans, went back in the house, sat down, waited a few minutes and went back to throwing. The birds were winning!

Then it happened! One night, “out of the blue” they didn’t come!

Praise the Lord. I had won!

Nope. After six nights of staying away, “out of the blue” they returned.

I went back to throwing beans and turning the hose on them. They continued to come---night after night, after night, they came!

Finally, one night they didn’t return. One night turned into two, two into three---and now it has been nine nights and they haven’t been back.

Are they gone for good? I don’t know. Probably not, but for now I am declaring victory.

Where did they go? I don’t know. My guess is Vegas. I’m sure those dirty birds have heard: “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”