life begins...on my window sill?

sometime this week, i decided to open a window which was seldom open, just to check if our little 'friends' has layed any eggs. occassionaly, i get two feathered visitors building their little love nest on my window sill and i enjoy taking a stick and just dig into their nest and watch their little eggs fall 3 storeys down and splatter on the ground...sick i know, but they're worst.

as some of you may know or even begin to realise, i am an anal psycho ocd neat freak (ok, i think you get the idea now). these pigeons, they poop everywhere and they 'wake' you up with their annoying croak. i hate them.

and surprise, surprise! instead of seeing the two eggs similarly sized to a quail's egg, two chicks were resting in the nest. they didn't chirp or flatter their featherless wings. of course, i was ever ready with my stick and was really tempted to just dig them out of my window sill...but, consciously, it felt wrong...hey! i'm sanely humane after all!

but on close inpection, don't they look cute? although one does look under nourished. do you think if i constantly leave them bits and pieces of 'tim tams', that would help fattened them up since they (tim tams) does wonders in boosting ones weight?

the next thought that came to mind of course was during the course of my yoga practise, i've been attempting the pigeon pose or kapotasana, it is almost a near impossible pose for me due to my tight hip and knee joints. i'm not god, i don't dictate death or life, but just maybe, by sparing their lives...would i earn enough brownie points to be able to perform kapotasana?

chirp chirp!! chirp chirp chirp!!!

disclaimer note: no birds or chicks were harmed during the entry of this blog...however, their survival are not guarantee 'evil grin'. in case i get sued for animal cruelty...for the record, i am with spca! they too, care for our feathered friends...i hope!