Taking Care of Business

Today after our language lesson, I waged war on the local pigeons. Every morning pigeons land our A/Cs and make crazy noises and fight each other. It's like my A/C is the neighborhood WWE wrestling ring. We asked our tutor what the word for barbed wire was and immediately after our lesson we headed to the market to find some. We never found barbed wire, so we settled for chicken wire. Before I could rig the pigeon contraption, I had to clean our balcony. It was gross. As you can see in the pic. below, my lovely note to the pigeons and the ammo in my hand. The next pic. is the finished piece. It looks so ridiculous, but we haven't heard any pigeons yet.