Joe had some unexpected and rather unwelcome visitors this morning. Things are getting a little rough lately in his neighborhood. An asshole of a seagull was circling his house, screaming profanities as soon as the sun came up.
I thought he maybe called the other pigeons in for backup, but they got a little greedy with the seedy so I had to go out and regulate on Joe’s behalf.
I just better not come home one day to find a mess of orange feathers, or so help me god, I’ll be having beaks on toast.
