Damn mourning doves.
Little waddling poop machines.
I thought I'd gotten rid of them when the association replaced all our outside door lights with ones that had spikey tops instead of flat tops ( like this /\ instead of |-| )
No, the fat little flying waddling poop machines have decided that MY GARDEN is the place that they want to use for foraging their nest-building material - and they want to use my perfectly good baby plants for it! I've been finding baby plants torn from their dirty little homes laying all over the ground lately.
Symbol of peace or not - I'm gonna get me a slingshot if they don't stop it!