Wednesday. To sleep well after ten to awaken at six-thirty after a long enough night's sleep. I'm guessing. Anyway, up to drive to the Lakeshore ATM before driving over the hill to park by the 7-11 store and cross Grand to the restaurant, sitting at my usual table to start on the papers. Sunny morning, the temperature cool but warmer than it was yesterday.

The beef patty, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, still holding the desired weight on the scale this morning, finishing up to walk to the car and drive straight home, finding a truck with a workman beside it blocking the entrance to the garage. No problem, he moved the truck, but it turned out he was there to clear out the pigeons and seal up the entrances to where they'd made their nests on my balcony.

He's just finishing up as I'm writing this, so I should be able to open my curtains and see what he found. There seems to have been fewer pigeons and less activity lately, but I'm hoping if there were indeed chicks up there, they've all fledged and left the nests before this guy arrived. I'm not much into killing little pigeons.

Later. Opened the curtains to find the balcony has been hosed down and wire screens put in place to block the pigeons from entering. No sign of the pigeons, young or old, so maybe there weren't any chicks there after all.

OK, individual birds have returned trying to get by the screens now that the workman has left, but there's no visible sign of any chicks that may be hidden in the now closed entrances. Let's hope not, but two or three pigeons have been sitting on the balcony railing trying to find a way around the screens by flying against them now through the entire afternoon.

Evening. Spent the rest of the afternoon watching this and that on the tablet after listening to the mid-afternoon news programs on television, got up and entered the living room again to check out Midsomer Murders at seven-thirty to discover one of the pigeons had gotten itself caught up in the wire netting they'd put up to cover the nesting area, too high to reach without a ladder. Not something to brighten the evening.