If it wasn't enough having the collared dove annoying me throughout the morning,
with its rather wearying, much-repeated "oo-OOO-oo" phrase, I now have to contend with this wood pigeon's "oo-OO-oo, oo-oo"s.

It's odd, because the pigeons spent much of the spring ripping off the blossoms of this poor old cherry plum tree:
which is why there's so little fruit on it. They then seemed to have gotten fed-up of it.
But now this one's back, ripping the leaves to shreds!

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