Pigeons have a short memory for headaches. If you bother them every day for two weeks—clapping, spraying water, rattling jars of pennies—they get the message. Your garden is hostile to pigeons. They find a quieter spot.
Consistency is key. Miss two days? They come back, looking smug. “We knew you’d crack,” they coo. Don’t crack. Be the unpredictable, cinnamon-scented, CD-flashing, owl-moving menace you were born to be.