Last year I took my break at the outside table. When I sat down I heard a coo. Not a soft coo, but a hard coo. Like the pigeon was saying, get off my cloud!!! Every day when I took my break, he was there, giving me the evil eye. I wouldn't budge. I had a right to be there and there I would be. When the weather turned cold I took my break inside. This year when the weather warmed up again I went back out and he was there. The fight was on. So be it. I will not be moved. I would win this.The next day I was ready to stand my ground, but he didn't coo. He wasn't alone. He had a girlfriend. He was sharing his space. Hostilities had ceased. Armistice had been declared. Peace was at hand. I'm going miss our little tussle, but I am always glad when someone finds love. It makes the world a better place. Bye.
