No More Coo Coo Lovey Dovey

(We hope). Oh no, I know what you are thinking. You are thinking we shot the amorous pigeons that insisted on flapping around our satellite dish arm and trying to nest. I must admit I thought about it. Instead the local handyman shinned up a ladder of tremendous height and affixed sharp spikes around the dish. So unless the pigeons decide to wear socks and wellies they will find their amorous advances will have to be accomplished in mid-air or else flap off to someone else's satellite dish. Perhaps they like the programmes?