Primarily for four reasons:
1. I can never get the spelling right at the first go.
2. They make a weird sound which reminds me of gastric trouble.
3. No matter how hard you try, they are too stubborn to move (especially when they perch themselves at my balcony)
4. Even if the world may refer to them as symbol of love or messenger of peace for that matter, for me they are harbingers of shit.
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I would hate them for reason number 1 too. Thankfully they don't shit on our terrace - the crows use to do that - we stopped feeding them. Little shitting still happens though.
The words "harbinger of sh*t" reminded me of FA Cup Round 5 a week ago.
Liverpool were beaten at home by lowly Barnsley and here's what the latter's manager had to say :
"We went for a walk before the game and a bird dumped right on my head. They say that can be a lucky omen - and it was!"
What if the pigeon had dumped on the former's head? ;-)
Haha Sunisha your comment reminded me that I have the funniest pigeon shit story. Ask me sometime.
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