Stuffed pigeon, anyone?

You can take Pigeon Lady out of the loony bin, but you can't take the loony out of Pigeon Lady. We had a few days of relative calm in which we suspected that Pigeon Lady was feeding pigeons on the sly again after her unexpected hiatus, but we never actually saw her do it. This afternoon, however, Pegs caught the old bag in the act.

Maybe we've been going about this all wrong. Writing complaints and getting into arguments about the merits of volume control and public hygiene with an anti-social lunatic clearly aren't effective. Perhaps we should try another tactic: we'll invite her to dinner one night, wine her and dine her, and make nicey-nice.

The main course? Personally, I'm leaning toward stuffed pigeon.