Looking for water
A pit-stop in my garden
I don’t know who was more surprised when I opened my front door the other day; me or the pigeon.
Clearly a cut above the laughing doves I usually see in my garden, the tag on this racing pigeon’s leg proclaimed his ownership.
Mr Fancy Pants was a fine muscular fellow, but looked rather bemused to see me.
I have been visited before by a tagged racing pigeon, which also hung around in the front garden. When it was still there the next day I was worried a cat would get it, so I drove it all the way to the World of Birds sanctuary.
I didn’t want to have to do that again, so very slowly, I closed the front door and crept away.
Luckily for me, when I checked later, the racing pigeon had flown on his way.
post script: Yes, I know the water in the bowl looks disgusting, but this bowl is the preferred bird bath used by pigeons in my garden. The ‘dirt’ is all brought there by them. In the back garden there is a perfectly decent proper bird bath, that the Cape Bulbuls prefer, and many bowls on the stoep, that the Olive Thrushes prefer.
Still, once Mr Fancy Pants had left I did fill up the bowl with fresh water again.