I should have listened to my friends - see my previous post - An inadvertent Avian Grandparent. First I could not addle the eggs. Then once the baby birds were born I did not have the heart to destroy the nest.
So off I went on my babysitting duties for my real ie. human grandchildren in California - and then home via a quick trip to Toronto to help my daughter finalize her move back to Vancouver.
Came home to find my patio a pigeon-poop biohazard area, and a pigeon having wedged itself behind one of the metal strips. Phoned Wildlife Rescue. They don't come out to get injured birds- you have to take it to them.
Well I am a bit too squeamish to handle flying things (no doctor jokes please!) and I was not sure if I was dealing with a dead bird or not. I thought that the area was a definite biohazard, so got a-googling for biohazard cleanup in Vancouver.
A most helpful man from Trauma Scene Biohazard Cleanup Services called me back, and I booked an appointment for them to come here today. Punctual and efficient, Chantelle and Jacob arrived, suited up and got to work while I escaped to the gym to be tortured by my great trainer, Cale. He was not too hard on me today as I told my tale of woe so I could think mean thoughts about pigeons instead of him.
They were marvelously efficient and shortly after I got back from the gym they were done.
So with a spotless and biologically clean patio - and a much emptier bank account, I will be absolutely ruthless if any future pigeons try to land at Hotel Jill.