John and I went over to the house today to check out the progress, and lo and behold, our home's first resident has immortalized herself in what she must have thought was the Pigeon Walk of Fame. Check out the pigeon prints in the cement!The guys closed in the front of the house last week, and moved her nest downstairs to the garage. Undeterred, she has built a new nest on the second floor, perhaps a cottage home for her and the young'uns. Soon, they will have to go for good.
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Every time I feel alone
And slightly blue
That's when I begin to think
It's what I'd like to start to do
And though it may not be the kind of thing
That's quite your cup of tea
I recommend you pay attention
To the little dance you're gonna see
Doin' the (coo, coo) pigeon
Doin' the (coo, coo) pigeon
Dancing a little smidgeon of
The kind of ballet
Sweeps me away
Doin' the (coo, coo) pigeon
Doin' the (coo, coo) pigeon
People may smile but
I don't mind
They'll never understand
The kind of fun I find
Doin' the (coo, coo) pigeon
Doin' the (coo, coo) pigeon
Doin' the (coo, coo) pigeon everyday
People may smile, but
I don't mind!
They'll never understand
The kind of fun I find
Doin' the (coo, coo) pigeon
Doin' the (coo, coo) pigeon
Doin' the (coo, coo) pigeon everyday
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