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allosaurusrock:
Oh. no. I think. I want. PIGEONS.
We have a huge feral pigeon popuation, bordering on a problem, on the farm. While the farm was being left to rot (the owners from 1940-1998 didn’t live there, and only worked the fields), the big barn’s loft wasn’t secured, and pigeons got in and roosted there. There’s probably a literal ton of pigeon shit up there… which is phenomenal fertilizer, but it’s kind of evenly distributed over all the stuff up there which isn’t…. biodegradable. (There’s a coal-fired cooking range up there, for example, which used to be in the house.)
(We also found coal, so.)
My dad made it his personal quest to get the pigeons out of that loft, but they don’t want to go, and keep finding ways in.
I badly, badly, badly want to build a dovecote. Somewhere that we can properly harvest the guano. (An organic farm never ever ever has enough fertilizer.)
There are huge flocks of them that fly around the farm all the time, a bunch of them roost on the chicken coop roof! (Sparrows live in there too, which delights me.) But I want a dovecote. They’d be free semi-pets! And maybe they’d stop trying so hard to shit in the barn! And then we could get something back (the guano!) for all the raiding they do of the animal feed bins.
So, in short, i feel you. I wouldn’t even necessarily try to hand-tame them… except that I do hand-tame things, it’s what I do…
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allosaurusrock:
Oh. no. I think. I want. PIGEONS.
We have a huge feral pigeon popuation, bordering on a problem, on the farm. While the farm was being left to rot (the owners from 1940-1998 didn’t live there, and only worked the fields), the big barn’s loft wasn’t secured, and pigeons got in and roosted there. There’s probably a literal ton of pigeon shit up there… which is phenomenal fertilizer, but it’s kind of evenly distributed over all the stuff up there which isn’t…. biodegradable. (There’s a coal-fired cooking range up there, for example, which used to be in the house.)
(We also found coal, so.)
My dad made it his personal quest to get the pigeons out of that loft, but they don’t want to go, and keep finding ways in.
I badly, badly, badly want to build a dovecote. Somewhere that we can properly harvest the guano. (An organic farm never ever ever has enough fertilizer.)
There are huge flocks of them that fly around the farm all the time, a bunch of them roost on the chicken coop roof! (Sparrows live in there too, which delights me.) But I want a dovecote. They’d be free semi-pets! And maybe they’d stop trying so hard to shit in the barn! And then we could get something back (the guano!) for all the raiding they do of the animal feed bins.
So, in short, i feel you. I wouldn’t even necessarily try to hand-tame them… except that I do hand-tame things, it’s what I do…
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