The visitor

It, probably, hasn't escaped the collective consciousness that I have a soft spot for the odd feral flying rat.
One day this one appeared in a bit of a sorry state. It would appear, eat and spend most of the day waddling duck-like around the environs and sitting for minutes on end looking like the proverbial "Bag of SH/1/T".
I quickly spotted a ring and what looked like a racing ring. Several photos and close studies later I had the full number.
I contacted the Royal Pigeon Racing Association (Lizzy || is Patron) after a few emails back and forth it was eastblished that the pesky varmint was local, but before I got the owner 'phoned it had vanished, presumably back home.