It wasn't my fault

It's true, I'm a baby killer.

As you probably know, one of my hobbies at home is to chase away pigeons - mostly because they make a mess. Well, on the weekend a pigeon couple started measuring our balcony for a place to nest. We kept driving them away, until yesterday they got serious. I had to clean away the five measly twigs they had brought in, and in the evening when I was going to bed and closing the balcony door, there was Mrs. Pigeon sitting in the corner. I approached it, thinking that it must have been sleepy for not scaring off easily - but when it finally moved there was an egg it had been sitting on!

A perfect, pure white, shiny little egg.

Well, I wish Mr. and Mrs. Pigeon and their future family good luck in their endeavors, but not on our balcony. I put the egg in the bin (washed my hands) and hoped that would be it. I mean, surely evolution would dictate that if you lose an egg in one place, you go and nest in another?

No such luck - Dragon told me just before he left for work that he had driven the couple away five times, so I had to wake up early to take the pigeon watch. I've been throwing away the twigs they bring, and if I go away for a second to empty the dishwasher they are back, with Mrs. Pigeon setting down looking like she's going to lay another egg.

I need to get some kind of scarecrow, and fast.