Got back to the kitchen, radio was at a normal volume. Minute later, the remote which i'd tossed onto the table (thinking the saga was over) suddenly came to life, & the dulcet tones of CBC's Ismaila Alfa accelerated to warp 75 on the volume level.
Why did Bose design it to be heard on the moon?
🫠

I run down to the garden digging thru the dense foliage, praying that the bloody remote landed white side up so it'd be easy to spot.
It didn't. I spent 15 minutes searching, giving up, searching. On bad terms w/bad neighbour so had to search Mission Impossible style.

Flash forward, to 60 seconds after the first ends.
She's moved to a bare spot on the branch, next to the trunk. I'm watching hopelessly as she corn cobs the Bose remote, knowing that Bose has designed the radio with no other buttons, ONLY THE REMOTE makes it work🤬👎.

Flashback, to 90 secs before the previous vid, to realizing while I was out on the deck, to wait for my tea to steep, she had snuck in behind me, thru the magnetic screen, into the kitchen. Obviously, in hindsight, she was scoping the joint for future crimes...

Been up 3 hrs & already had more drama than Netflix.
Was home invaded & robbed.
Sus', incorrectly ID'd as he, she is factually a murderous bitch, who has been eating our house, home & furniture, not figuratively, all summer.
The murder (manslaughter?) was of a baby pigeon under the deck. 🧵

Friday April, 25. Stick the phone thru the slats, & see the 2 feathery dinosaur babies under the deck, get excited when mum comes home to barf down their beaks. Looks like mum's getting eaten. Such a nice pidgy family tho.

Wed Apr 23. So there are these two baby dinosaurs nesting under the deck, and today when mum went for a cuppa, they did this little, genius, Jim Henson Muppet dance. Sort of reminded me of when fans do the wave at a sporting arena.
Can't believe how quickly their pidgy feathers are comin along.

Morning of Tuesday, Apr 22. Mum is keeping her baby pidges toasty, in the nest under our deck. One baby bum is poking out under her left wing.

Morning of Monday Apr 21. Two baby pigeons, in their yellow fuzz onesies, cuddle puddling in their nest of plant detritus that's accumulated under the deck. Mum is off for a bite and chin wag with her girlies.

Mum & pudgy pidgies having a cuddle puddle under the deck.

Here they are, a few minutes later, when mum gets home to barf down their gullets.
There's a bit of a Cronenberg thing happening with the three heads feeding.
Widdle baby pidgie pies.

Two easter eggs recently hatched under our deck. Probably about the 10th year of being host to a pigeon nursery.
They still got their yellow fuzz.
Pigeons catch a lot of flack for being useless nest builders but luckily the plant detritus is pretty deep, so the eggs don't roll off the decline roof.