For the past few days, we have been fostering a racing pigeon. We get two or three every year who stop for a few days R&R on their way home. Sometimes I can get a ring number and report their whereabouts, but this one was quite shy.
It is called 'Homer' - partly a pun (homing pigeon - geddit?), and partly because when it arrived, it fell hungrily on some corn I'd put out for the pheasants, and my husband said it looked as if it was saying "mmmm, co-o-o-rn" as it stuffed its beak - just like Homer with doughnuts.
It has spent a few days pooping on the conservatory roof, and sometimes peering upside-down into the upstairs windows from a perch on the gutter. But now it's winging its way home - successfully I hope. I just hope it doesn't fall in with some bad-ass woodpigeons and end up in a pie.
03/08/07 @ 14:07