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pigeon burgler
not budgie smuggler
thought we'd burgled on our first night: a new big hole in the glass of the french window
till lucy pointed out our new guest: this pigeon
who by all signs of it (on another pane: two perfect greasy imprints of a bird flying at a window, at full force, had been trying quite hard to get in before finally succeeding
spent the day moving in boxes of low value and gardening, with a run to the dump.