When I read this post, I realized that I was not alone in the universe!

I live in Rostov-on-Don. Every day I go to the stop nearby.
The Conservatory. And I hear the loud cries of some rare bird, which clearly
He lives on the roof. Every day she shrugged her head and waited for it to take off.
this rare bird, which so loudly and terrifyingly cries in the center quite
A big city?

I found out that there were no birds. This is an oret in the recording box,
To get rid of the pigeons who go to the Conservatory!and "

because I also live in Rostov-on-Don, but unlike the girl who wrote this post, I have to hear this “dirty pop” all day. The window of my work goes straight to the Conservatory.
P.S I even see this speaker from the window and believe me, the desire to shoot it from the pneumatic arose in all my employees...