Pigeon Posts # 5

Brian: Woaaaaaa - what's going on here

Hester: I'm hungry

Brian: There's no need to knock me off the feeder.

Hester: I didn't knock you off the feeder. It was that pesky little Lorikeet.

Brian: If it's the Lorikeet, how come he's over there, you're in the feeder, and I'm faaaaaalllllling.

Hester: Don't exaggerate - you're not falling, you're flying perfectly well.

Brian: Well, I might be falling for all you care.

Hester: It's so windy I need all my concentration to stay on myself. I'll move over and make you a bit of room.

Brian: Hester, you're a star. Thank you. Then we can keep all the others out - there's only room for 2.