There's more to the pigeon story...
Later the same evening, when my oldest daughter and my wife returned home, we sat on the couch talking when my oldest daughter turned to look out the patio doors. It was the racoon. It was back and not only had it killed all of our pigeons, it had one of our pet goldfish from our pond in its mouth. My beautiful, perfect, innocent daughter looked at me promptly and said,"Daddy, you must kill it."*
The racoon went away and we haven't heard from it since.
*I didn't kill it!
