An unusual chore, part three

Who would have thought, that I am back on the ledge on both the 17th floor and 18th floor again after the stunt back in 2020.

The pigeons had never truly left, but the net we put up back in 2020 had stopped them from making their nest on the ledge, which also saved the ledge from their carpet of poo.

They just carpet the air conditioning unit outside the net with their droppings instead. But that's another story.

The net did its job, still does really, after all these years, but the Raffia string we used to tie the net pieces together has disintegrated due to the exposure to sea breeze, sun and rain.

On the 18th floor ledge, with the Raffia string gone, the net pieces had came apart to leave a gap in between, a gap that the pigeons took advantage of. Wifey told me this morning that there are two pigeon eggs on the 18th floor ledge. History is repeating.

So after lunch today I am out again on the ledge with homemade crude safety apparatus, first on the 17th floor, then the 18th floor, tying the net pieces back together with cable ties.

The 17th floor ledge was still relatively clean, as no gap big enough for bird to get in, so it's mainly tying the net together, which is not straight forward due to the limited space and awkward posture, also having an addition hand or two would be helpful.

Some of the plastic bits we nailed into the wall to hold the net has turned brittle and cracked off too, nature elements can be destructive. So I nailed some additional bits to replace the old ones, a difficult job to execute on the side with the air conditioning compressor. The working condition on the ledge is just far from ideal. Stressful and unergonomic.

The 18th floor ledge is worse than 17th floor, no thanks to the pigeons. The nest was at a hard to reach corner behind the compressor, I tried to move the eggs out with a plastic stick to where I could pick them up and place them outside the net for the pigeons, but the eggs cracked on contact. Oh well. Sorry.

So cable ties and wall holders, then it also requires a clean up with water hose. Good thing it's just the ledge surface and not the walls this time, as it's not yet the carpet of poos of 2020, so no shit-shower. For that I am mightily grateful.

Well, I am glad it's done. I am already aching all over now, will only be worse tomorrow.

Let's hope I don't have to do this again anytime soon, ain't getting any younger.

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