Pigeon War happening overhead. I chuck bird seed onto the roof of my shed. A while after I enter the Shed of Doom and close the door, you will start to hear the odd dull thud as a Wood Pigeon graces the Avian land of milk and honey above. I really should put a camera up there, it never takes too long and it turns into the lunch-time matinee at the Colosseum. The scrabbling about, flapping, more thuds (sharper this time, heck knows what these guys are packing), lots of kerfuffle and then all of a sudden everyone legs it. I guess someone won.
Well, in spite of the feathered frenzy overhead I managed to chew through a bit more of the Ninja Writer's/Shaunta's Plotting Workshop.
And something is starting to take shape, shapeless movements threaten to break out, pushing the edge out and then slipping away again. Doesn't look like it's going to be a horror story at the moment. No, that's called Editing.
More fun tomorrow.
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