The Gaza strip Zürich-style

I'm starting to feel like the Palestinians and the Israelis or whoever it is fighting over that piece of Gaza strip. The friggin pigeons have not understood that MY boat is MY property. I just don't know how they do it. This time they had gotten in the front (where the heck do they crawl in?) and in the actual boat. The only possibility I could see was through the little openings that allows wind to flow through. I have now plugged those too. Once again I have cleaned bird-shit out, mind you, not that much this time but still. However, I am not giving up. That boat is the love of my life, and I shall win this war!