I woke up this morning to the sound of scratching and rustling, apparently coming from the bedroom window. It was still fairly early (around 7AM) and the room I shared with my brother was only illuminated by the faint orange sunlight filtered by the curtains. My brother and I slept on a bunk bed with myself occupying the top one. (Hey, bunk beds are fun!) I always wanted the one with the slide but then my parents opted for the less-likely-accident-prone one (the one with just the ladder. Ha!) But anyway, groggy and disoriented, I decided to move over to the foot of the bed (where the window was), draw back the curtains and see what was up.
This. This was what was up.
I was a bit taken aback, although nothing major and I just stared at the pigeon resting comfortably on the window sill for a few seconds. That is of course, before it decided to become the pigeon from hell and started flapping its wings angrily and ramming itself into the window. As I tumbled out of the top bunk (which mind you, was three feet off the ground), very much startled, all I could think of was Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds. Long story short, my brother wakes up from the noise (which was a combination of me shrieking and hitting the floor with a loud thud) and my parents rush into the room to see what had happened, only to find me writhing in pain on the floor claiming a pigeon had tried to kill me.
Of course, they didn't believe me, convinced that I was merely having a bad dream. But I know the truth. There's a killer pigeon out there and it wants me silenced for *gulp* good. Later, with my shoulder still rather sore, I decided to check on the pigeon. I peeked through the curtains: It was gone! Then I realized there was a nest on the window sill composed of juice box straws, plastic fasteners, tissue, random pieces of note paper and a. . .small plastic toy turtle (what the heck, killer pigeon?).
Now that I think of it, perhaps that pigeon got angry at me considering I got all in its face, and I was disturbing it as it created a pretty little nest for its little babies. *waits patiently for helpless baby pigeons to arrive* Muahahahaha! What? I'm kidding.