This Is My New Home With A Pigeon

Okay, okay, picture this: boxes piled high, the smell of fresh paint (and maybe a *tiny* bit of dust), and a cooing sound that definitely isn't coming from my Spotify playlist.

Yep, you guessed it. I've moved!

And guess what? I have a roommate. Well, sort of.

A feathered friend…or fiend?

Let's just call him Percy for now. Percy the Pigeon.

He's not exactly *sharing* the rent, but he's definitely making his presence known.

My balcony? Turns out it's also Percy's prime real estate. Who knew?

The initial "negotiations"

Our first encounter was… memorable. I opened the door, ready to enjoy my morning coffee, and bam! Feathers, startled flapping, and a judgmental glare that could curdle milk.

I swear he was thinking, "You're blocking my sunrise, human."

Now, I'm not one to back down from a staring contest, but a pigeon? They’ve got that uncanny valley thing going on, you know?

So, I offered a peace offering. A stray bread crust. Don't judge, it was all I had!

He snatched it and promptly took off, probably to tell all his pigeon pals about the soft touch who just moved in.

Living with Percy: A daily drama

Life with Percy is... interesting. He's become my personal alarm clock.

Forget that gentle birdsong you hear in the movies, this is more like a feathered foghorn announcing the dawn of a new day.

He also seems to have opinions on my decorating choices. Anything too shiny? Instant disapproval.

Yesterday, he actually tried to steal a sequin off my new cushion. I kid you not!

"He’s got style, this pigeon. I’ll give him that."

My friends think I'm crazy. They keep asking if I'm going to, you know, *get rid* of him.

But honestly? I’m starting to enjoy his company.

The surprising perks of pigeon parenthood

Okay, "parenthood" might be a strong word. But there are benefits!

My balcony is now the cleanest it’s ever been. Percy's a surprisingly tidy tenant (most of the time).

And I swear, having him around has made me more observant. I notice things I never did before.

Like the way the light hits the buildings across the street in the morning, or the sound of the city waking up.

Percy’s showing me a whole new side to my neighborhood. A pigeon’s-eye view, if you will.

Plus, he provides endless entertainment. Who needs reality TV when you have a real-life bird drama unfolding right outside your window?

The future is feathered (and slightly dusty)

So, yeah, moving in with a pigeon wasn't exactly part of the plan.

But life rarely goes according to plan, does it?

I'm learning to embrace the chaos, the feathers, and the occasional judgmental glare.

Maybe one day, Percy and I will even become best friends.

Or, at the very least, reach a mutual understanding about the proper etiquette for sharing a balcony.

Wish me luck! I’ll keep you updated on the continuing saga of me and my new roommate.

And if you see a pigeon wearing a stolen sequin, that’s probably Percy. Tell him I said hi.