I put Mr. Recovering Petey and his surviving girlfriend outside an hour ago because the guys are going to have Band practice and I figured the noise would stress him out. What a good opportunity to eat dinner on the back porch and keep an eye on things, right? Wrong! Five big nosey beaks fighting for my dinner plate! Go away! Go away! I was literally having to shoo birds of my shoulder, arm of the chair, legs... Yeeesh! I thought Elvis was a mooch! I feel like one of those crazy pigeon ladies I used to see in downtown L.A. all the time.