Foul Fowl

Generally speaking, noise doesn't really bother me while I'm sleeping (or trying to). This is a good thing as I live in a relatively busy part of the city amidst a constant backdrop of cars, horns, sirens, neighbors banging about and sundry other sounds. However, I have recently discovered a new disturbance that seems to cut right through everything. It reaches down through the hazy mists of my slumber and grabs me, pulling me suddenly, rudely into the harsh and unwelcome state of consciousness.

This is the sound of pigeons getting it on.

I live in the pigeon red light district of San Francisco; the pigeons outside my window are the porn stars of the avian world. Their noisy cooing is ridiculous, dirty and offensive. They make me feel like a priest in a brothel. I get hot under the collar and want to start preaching about fire and brimstone, damning them to hell for their salacious behavior.

Mostly though, I just don't like being woken up by the sounds of passionate animalistic sex when I, myself, am not getting any.

I'll have my revenge though, sooner or later any pigeons dumb enough to sleep near my window will get whats coming to them. ;-)