Following a very particular irony exercise, a flock of cuckatoos has taken the top terrace of the squatters' house we can see from our balcony.

As an immediate consequence, the disgusting pidgeons that used to sit over the balustrade now have to content themselves with the cornice.

I guess the cuckatoos are just equally capable to poo in enormous quantities as the pidgeons, but at least their colours are way more happier. If we have to choose...