Plans

The plans had been filed months ago and there was a tiny piece of paper attached to a nearby lamppost to inform only the most eagle-eyed of local residents about it. Everything was above board, but they still wanted to keep it as quiet as possible.
As the heavy machinery was brought down the road on day one, the workmen were greeted by a large group of locals, maybe around 200 of them, standing in front of the building that was to be demolished.
"Here we go," said the foreman.
He walked over to the group.
"What's going on here?"
"We're having a picnic. What does it look like?" a tall man sneered.
"You don't want us to knock the building down, is that it?"
The tall man clapped slowly and sarcastically.
The foreman sighed.
"Look, I'm just doing my job. We all are. I understand you don't want all this history to be destroyed, all the memories you've created in there wiped out, but..."
"We couldn't give a toss about that," said the tall man. "It's the two birds nesting in the roof we care about."