Bob and Steve sat on a sturdy tree branch, their fluffy tails twitching with an air of casual indifference, their eyes darting around like detectives on a stakeout.

Bob nibbled on an acorn, his voice as smooth as honey. "Lovely weather we're having, Steve. Isn't it?"

Steve scratched his head, feigning interest in a nearby acorn stash. "Oh, absolutely, Bob. Can't complain. Sunshine and all that."

Bob's tail flicked with a subtle smirk. "I heard some gossip about a new bird feeder nearby. Supposed to be the talk of the gardens, Steve."

Steve's eyes gleamed with hidden excitement. "Did you now? Well, I just happened to overhear some jays discussing it. Word is, it's filled with the most delicious seeds you can imagine."

Bob's eyebrows raised just a fraction. "Really? Sounds intriguing. I suppose one might want to, you know, check it out."

Steve chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Of course, Bob. Nothing wrong with a little exploration."

As they chatted about the weather and bird feeders, Bob and Steve's tails continued their secret dance, signalling their intentions. The mundane topic masked their true motives, leaving the pigeons none the wiser to their cunning plans.