This is no place for a wood pigeon...
You wouldn't think a fence would be so decisive. But here at Furry H Q it's the place of many a fued.
Miss Furry The Great (her words) has this week been doing her up most to defend it. Though in all fairness she does most days unless of course it's raining, snowing, a bit windy, a tad too hot, not quite warm enough, the flowers are too flowery or it might rain at some point or there is a strange smell in the air. I'm which case she sleeps in her blanket box until more pleasant weather resumes.
The ever so clumsy Mr Wood Pigeon however has quite forgotten the no feathery or furry invaders allowed rules. And is again using our garden as a landing and take of strip. Which in itself wouldn't be that bad if he didn't make such a racket. To hear him you would think he was the size of a house.
You can imagine how well that goes down with you know whome. Who has just about got over Mr and Mrs Goat, the occasional Marvellous Mr Mouse, Mr Marmalade, oh and the Ever So Elegant Feline. To name but a few that frequently pass by her way. That now she has to put up with Mr Clumsy Wood Pigeon. The worse lander and take off-er flying thing ever.
Miss Furry has decided that her garden is indeed "No place for a Wood Pigeon!" ....lest anymore should decided to fly by... Oh dear I can feel an amendment to the rules...yes that's right the ones by popular demand appendix something...




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