Our gay pigeons, Oyster and Pebble, have built a nest somewhere on the fire escape - I suspect it's in the AC duct, but I can hear their cooing and flutterings quite clearly. Thatch ios fascinated abd spends much of his time in the window watching. They've been wanting a family, so they're now watching two abandoned eggs. Flora, the mother, died recently after eating poisoned food in Central Park, and her mate, Gray Wing, didn't want to stay in Manhattan any longer. Pebble wants to know if he and Oyster can get in the Guinness Book of World Records as the first gay pigeons to raise a family.
