Pigeon Peril

In a bid to protect the humming air-conditioner fans outside the window at my office, the men in blue (overalls) created a death-trap for pigeons. The chicken wire they wrapped the fans in allowed the birds to sneak through onto the ledge, but made it impossible to escape. After the slow death of two pigeons, I took matters into my own hands.
With some effort, I managed to pull open the wire and made it possible for the pigeons to fly away. And, since then, I have fought a long battle to get a permanent solution to the pigeon problem. Which is not an easy crusade when your newspaper faces a global recession and a battle to stay alive in the Internet era.
News that I was a pigeon-protector must have spread across the bird world and a small splinter group has taken to sitting inside a small empty flowerpot on my balcony at home. I cannot say whether these pigeons are related to the ones at my office in Joburg CBD - but they could be.
Anyway, the ones at my home have taken on a new hobby, flying across the security sensor on my balcony at the break of dawn. This sets off the alarm, forcing me to leap out of bed naked, run through the house, open a security door and silence the siren. Yesterday (Saturday) the alarm began to scream at 7.30am - five hours after we crawled into bed after a comedy night at Montecasino. And today (a warm sunny Sunday) the birds arrived at 8am.
On weekdays, this doesn't trouble me because we are awake and getting ready for work by the time they swoop down. But on a Sunday? Have they no shame? Do they not realise I have taken down the pot and hidden it? Do they not know that you should not bite (err... peck) the hand that feeds? Do they not want a protector?