I'm a simple emigrant and I know all the secrets of pigeons

A question that has been asked more than once: how the pigeons are doing. Here’s what I’m telling. The birds hatched, they’re doing fine. First a chick hatched, and the next day the sister joined. They were so yellow and tiny, and sat quietly; we didn’t even notice them under Mom at first. I worried I’d feel nauseated by the worms, but it’s all right; it turned out the pigeons don’t drag them around. They just fly off to eat, and then return and literally regurgitate pigeon milk from beak to beak. That’s a completely different thing! About ten days after hatching they had already turned grayish and grew about twice as big. Now the parents fly away more often and leave the kids alone for longer. And the kids don’t waste time: they’ve pooped out an entire Ring of Power. The parent pigeons, by the way, didn’t leave any droppings at all. Compare how clean it was at first. Now I understand why their nest is so lousy — they simply know that in the end they’ll polish it with their droppings to a luxury level. And note how evenly they do it. I can already imagine them sitting there, analyzing where it’s already pooped, calculating the exact coordinates and the angle, turning and aiming precisely at the empty spot. In short, to be honest, the neighborhood is starting to feel tedious. I wish they’d fly away soon, but Google says to wait another two weeks. And then, Google says, put on a protective suit, mask, gloves, a spacesuit, an oxygen cylinder, moisten the dry droppings so it’s as uncomfortable as possible to clean up, and scrape everything into a tight bag and send it to your enemies. Well, who am I to not listen to Google? And how are things with you? And yes, this is still a channel about immigrant life in a German environment. 😄 Read here the first and second episodes of the Days of Pigeon Life 🕺 #curiosities