Pigeons love old sound stages.
I don’t know why, but there’s almost always one or two lurking up in the perms, crapping on our cable and doing whatever it is pigeons do when they’re not crapping on everything.
Sometimes they get trapped on the stage when we’re shooting and fly around, bumping into things and crapping on everything until they either find their way out or we call cut and open the doors.
Today, right in the middle of a very long, very complex scene requiring concentration from the actors on the dead-silent stage (this show has a really serious AD staff) – the song of the flying rat.
And they kept singing (or cooing, or telling each other where to crap next) during every single sound take.
We tried everything. A laser pointer, a light aimed at them, luring them towards the small door with a trail of bread crumbs, throwing things at them, you name it.
They’d be quiet for a few minutes and then as soon as the stage got nice and quiet would resume their conversation.
Eventually, the exasperated sound guy decided that it wasn’t worth the headache and they should just ADR the whole thing, and we moved on.
As soon as we opened the big doors of the stage for lunch, both birds flew out.
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