Ever since the Zooquarium, Andrew has been getting out of bed because he hears a Scary Dove. We will put him to bed, and he will come thumping down the stairs fifteen minutes later. "I hear the dove!" he says. Apparently, having turkeys and hens chase you down for corn kernels can be quite traumatic.
Sometimes we think he's asleep, but when we get to the bedroom we find him asleep in our own bed. It's scary, because he's small, and a couple of times I sat on him before I noticed him.
And then the other night Steve went upstairs to find the door to our bedroom locked. Andy was inside, in the pitch black. He had unplugged Steve's clock radio and the phone, removed all the pillowcases, and found a piece of chewed gum, which he stuck all over the floor. And then passed out on our bed.
I wish this were the worst of it, but the early bird singing wakes Andy up before 5am, and he comes crawling into our bed. And then he kicks me and pulls individual strands of my hair until I get up or kick him out.
Stupid dove.
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Go to the craft store, get a fake stuffed bird with real feathers & have Steve tell Andy you took care of the Dove. If he says he still hears the Dove tell him it's just the other birds saying how afraid they are to even get close to your house. Hey, it's worth a try. You could even let him hit the fake bird. Good luck!
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