The executioner has arrived. Our loft full of pigeons will soon be no more.

I’ve made myself scarce. With guns (well, an air rifle is still a gun) and noxious chemicals around there’s no place for spectators. Luckily for me.

Air rifles aren’t very loud are they? I just realised that the clicking noise I thought was his step ladder is actually him doing the deed.

I’ve lost count of the number of shots. As most of the adults would have escaped through the hole in the roof he must be shooting the ones that can’t fly.

Is anyone reading this whilst eating? Sorry.

[update]
Oh boy. He says that he’s been chucking some of the bodies out of the hole in the roof. The roof slopes towards the alleyway (i.e. our front door) not the road.

Killing done. Just the cleaning up to do.

[update]
I’m going out for a bit, I think I need some fresh air.