Phil was out working on his new bike last night, when what should land on the planter nearby but....
Yup, that's a pigeon, just a couple of feet away.
This
bird stuck around for something like an hour, in spite of movement,
noise, things dropping, him hitting the planter (incidentally, not on
purpose), and me opening the door 5 feet away and coming out to help. At
some point my head was about 18" away from it. Yes, it was alive -- it
was looking around and moving while it was sitting there, and
eventually flew away after whacking its head on the porch ceiling about
50 times. I've dubbed him "Sir Gives No Fucks."
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