Pigeon Whisperer

I'm back. Isn't it exciting? Ok, maybe not.............at any rate I was previously discussing the daily life of an archaeoligist and almost fell asleep myself because it was so boring--I mean tiring, yes tiring, there is no way that picking rocks and hauling dirt off a Roman street could ever be boring..........unless you're normal. Our team's first square is now cleared and we have moved from E5 to E8 to open a new square. We had to skip two squares in order to allow Tractor Man to get through and haul away our boulders, but we'll eventually dig there too. Pictures will follow of this amazing event..........someday, when I get my camera up on the hill-as you can read I'm pretty good about making picture promises I can't keep. Speaking of amazing events I have a video recording of our Canadians singing "O Canada" that I have to post somewhere on the web- it's jolly good humdinger eh?
Wouldn't it be funny if I never actually told you why I titled this post something so absolutely ridiculous? Half of you just looked to see what I titled it, ha! The other half of you didn't bat an eyelash because you're so used to my eccentricities. Anyway, as you may have read on Kristina or maybe even Amanda or Andrea's blog: we have demon posessed baby birds outside the window of our apartment. Yes, demon posessed, or maybe just really really really evil ones. These feathery atrocities (at least I'm assuming they have feathers, they could have scales and fangs for all I know) sqwawk during every single hour of the day!!!! I'm this close to calling child services on their parents because they obviously never feed the nasty little buggers. The interesting part of this horrid experience is that our evil window neighbors seem to be connected somehow to the dimmer switch in our bedroom. Yes, I'm very serious--the dimmer switch. Kristina and I have discovered in no uncertain terms that the demons outside our window will inevitibly squawk at all times, but the volume will increase as the light decreases in our room--almost like a volume dial on a radio. No lies. So, as murderous plots form in our heads, meanwhile Lyle's pants rip. Ha! the plot thickens! What do Lyle's pants have to do with evil birds and pigeon whispers you ask? Well apparantly word got around that I know how to sew, and so Lyle owes me a favor cause his pants ripped. The one thing I really want, is a bird exterminator, but Lyle won't do it, because Fred won't even let him kill scorpions! Ooooh another character--Fred is on the Haifa team with Lyle, and he likes animals and bugs, and scorpions and stuff. So Lyle asked Fred to come with Amanda and I across the kibbutz to try to remove the evil birds from our window. Walk, walk, walk, Fred and his friend Ron suddenly realize they should have called a cab to get to our apartment because the walk across the kibbutz is just too much for them, poor guys. As we are walk, walk, walking, and Fred and Ron are huff, puff, puffing, we explain our problem, and the dialogue goes something like this:
"So Fred, we've got some evil birds outside our window that squawk, all day long, and all day night."
"Wow, you have pigeons that squawk all day night, what time is that?"
"Well Fred, they're not exactly pigeons, we think they're just baby birds, and I"m tired sorry I'm not talking very well. Do you think you can get rid of them?"
"Are the pigeons in the window? They probably are."
"Well, we're not exactly sure where the BIRDS are nested, will you be able to find them?"
"Who do you think I am, the pigeon whisperer?!"

Need I say more? This blog is long enough, I shall continue the story, after a short break.