And by “lawn” I mean “balcony.”

And by “kids” I mean “pigeons.”

And by “rowdy” I mean “horny.”

12:15 PM:
Lady Pigeon lands on balcony railing, surveys the pleasant cool night.
12:16 PM:
Male Pigeon A lands next to her with obvious sexual intent.
12:16:30 PM:
Male Pigeon B lands on other side of female with same intent as Male Pigeon A.
12:16:31 PM:
Male Pigeon A disapproves of Male Pigeon B and puffs out his chest dramatically.
12:17 PM – 12:20 PM:
[Incessant angry cooing]
12:21 PM:
Male Pigeon A has had enough and flies over to Male Pigeon B’s side of Lady Pigeon.
12: 21 PM – 12:30 PM:
Male Pigeons A and B proceed to peck the crap out of each other.
12:31 PM:
Pigeon B has had enough of this nonsense and flies away, defeated.
12:31:30 PM:
Pigeon A does victory prance along metal railing.
12:32 PM – 12:40 PM
BOW-CHICKA-WOW-WOW!

Eight minutes of glorious, noisy, feathery pigeon sex.

The worst part is that I had my balcony door wide open for all of this; I didn’t want to close it for fear of interrupting them, ‘cause they might have been just startled enough to panic and fly in here. Angry sex-interrupted pigeons are probably the last things I need right now. I also would have shouted at them to get a room, but that’d probably cause them to fly in here, too. “Screw you, lady, I just pigeon-pecked the hell out of that other dude, now I’m GETTIN’ IT ON!!!”

I’ve never seen pigeons out so late. I guess horniness knows no time.
I also saw two squirrels getting down in a trash can this afternoon.
Spring has arrived in Vancouver.

Today’s song: Wavin’ Flag by K’naan