"Crapalachia: A Biography of a Place" is the second Scott McClanahan book that I have read. It's good, you should read it.
Here's an excerpt:
"And so they opened up the bird box and nothing happened. We waited. And then this sleepy-looking dove just crawled out, except it didn't even look like a dove really but just a fat pigeon that somebody had painted white.
It had a look on its face like, What the fuck? Seriously, people. What the fuck? It's way too cold to be doing this today. So the Wallace and Wallace guy tried to shoo it but it wouldn't shoo.
So the preacher repeated: "We'll now release the dove."
The Wallace and Wallace guy shooed it again. Finally the dove shot high up into the air and out and over our heads, but instead of flying away it just landed on top of this chain-linked fence. And so the Wallace and Wallace guy tried shooing it again and everyone giggled and gathered around in a circle throwing up their arms and shouting "shoo-shoo" at the bird high above. I shouted, "Shoo." We were all shooing.
But it wouldn't shoo.
And so it was."