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When I lived in Connecticut, I had a flock of pigeons that I liked to fly. I fly the pigeons and they come back because they're homing pigeons. I forgot how many. I probably had about 40 of them, 50 of them. I left the flight door open one night. I forgot to shut it. This old raccoon, I don't know where he came from, he got in there and boy, did he have a feast. He must have got almost half my flock. He decapitated all the pigeons. Just left them there. The other smart ones, they flew out of the flight group and they stayed on top of my tower. I still had a bite element being there. They all stand by the boom and not all the elements. They weren't going back in the flight group until that raccoon left. Some birds are pretty smart. They know and it's time to fly away. Yeah, and then when you said plod, I thought that's what the raccoons are after. I don't know. If you got a guy with a, maybe they know that there's a guy with a green thumb here, that means food. They tell each other that in some kind of raccoon language. I'm joking about that. Well, birds, right? Like if there's a lot of them, they probably set each other up to take a few chances. So if you said plod, yeah, they probably tell one or the others of them. Here, well look, if you take the risk and go through this human's plots here, there might be food at the end of the trail. You know, like a reward or something. Right? Like, who knows, right?