FoodLady Chronicles – nope/no/nuh-uh edition.
I hear you. Please leave.
Just trying to do some work emails here. I do not have time for this.
Dear pigeon/mourning dove, only death for you lives here. This is not your place. Please fly right back out that door.
*walking into bedroom*
Goddammit, get off my bed.
Why. Why is this happening?
*chases it outside*
Edited to Update: stupid bird came back.
I had chased it outside earlier, but apparently it decided to embrace it’s inner jerk and come back? This time we did a capture & release.