Well, these are no pidgeons, but they still have the ability to leave quite a mess.
About a year ago, we had a pair of owls living in the hangar here in Midland. One day we noticed that the momma owl had broken her wing. We called the proper authorities out and they took her away. So I got curious to see what their nest looked like and crawled up to the top of the hangar to check it out. What I found was six eggs and no momma to take care of them. The owl expert said that the daddy owl would take care of them for a little while, but wouldn't be able to keep them all fed once they got bigger (which didn't take long). So about every other day, I'd go up to the top of the hangar to check on the progress. Here's how it all worked out.........
Here are the eggs as I found them.........
Only a couple of days later, you can see where one of them started hatching........
.....And daddy owl wasn't too sure what to think of me up there (you can just barely see him peering around the beam in this picture). It was eerie seeing him look at me. It was like he was sizing me up and thinking, "Okay fat boy, I think I can take you."
But the daddy owl never did anything about me checking on the chicks and they started popping out as each day went by........
Eventually, they got too big for the daddy owl to take care of and we had to take them down for the owl expert lady to continue raising. Ugly little fellas, huh?.......
We've had owls come by the hangar ever since though. This one was another little guy that actually ended up in a trash can of all places. He didn't seem too happy at first when we started trying to save him, but when I look at this picture, all I can think is he's actually wanting to sing that ol' song that used to be on the Warner Brothers cartoons with the french......."Hellooo my baaaby, hellooo my darlin', hellooo my ragtime gaaaal..."
Okay, enough silliness for now.
Gary