I have been pigeonholed in India. Literally. The room I am staying in has an air conditioner system built into the wall. A hive of pigeons live inside. Each morning at 7:30 my pigeon alarm clock goes off: cacophonous scratches jolt me awake.  The huffs & puffs they murmur while in heat are bearable. But, this sound is something far more sacrilegious. It smacks of a slaughter house. That, or a Mike Patton track! 

This is obviously making me loony. As you can see for yourself, if I turn on the air conditioner to clear the wall of these beasts, the noise generated is louder than the pigeon squawks.  I have gone from denial (trying to sleep through the noise) to acceptance.....

 


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