Should a been a Pidjin.

Gaffer decided we'd walk down, and around, town and catch the town service back using our wrinkly cards.
Todays offerings included some''after'' shots of the town notcentre development, a ''road to nowhere'', a ''NitFree'' comb (As if you'd buy one with nits) and yet another dead pub.

After we got off the bus, on the 20 or so yds home I spotted this beauty.

O.K., you're both asking, where does the pigeon factor in?

Well it befell thusly>>>------------->
We'd been home a while, had our bait (That's ''Lunch'' to you posh folk and furriners) I was just setting off to the kitchen, the three o'clock cuppa for the making of when I beheld a strange sight.
One Dark Checker racing pigeon had actually hopped over the door step, through the kitchen, past the open toilet door, and the computer shack, plonked itself in the middle of the sitting room carpet and just sat waiting to be fed.

I herded it out, via a side trip down the hall, into the kitchen, where it decided to leave via the closed window. It was aprehended on the cill before it marmelised any plants.

I then got it into the accustomed ''pigeon grip'', read its ring number to The Gaffer and carried it to the back lawn, via a shed stop to grab some grub. It must have been ''fair famished'' coz it pecked at the food in my hand prior to putting it in a dish. I set it on the ground, whereupon it attacked the food in preference to taking flight.

If I'd had the brains of yer average custard powder I'd have grabbed the camera and it would have been either ...
''On the Carpet'' or
''A bird in the hand etc.''

Even money says either it'll be away home tomorrow or we've gained a lodger.