First, let’s talk about the enemy. A pigeon can remember your face. Seriously. They know if you’re the one who shooed them yesterday. And they judge you for it.
They also mate for life. Imagine: a couple of grumpy birds, squabbling over a stale breadcrumb, yet somehow more committed than your last Tinder date. It’s oddly sweet. But mostly annoying.
Their droppings are acidic. That’s right—your garden furniture is being slowly melted by angry bird poop. And it’s not just any poop; it’s a science experiment you didn’t sign up for.