…for birds. Racing pigeons, to be precise. A year ago last summer, I mentioned that a racing pigeon had made a pitstop on my balcony. I learned a lot about racing pigeons that day, most importantly how to identify the bands and use them to locate the owner, which was pretty cool, as she came by to collect the pigeon that night.
Well, it’s back. I don’t know if it’s the same one as I’m not at home right now, so I’m going by what my wife told me, but there’s another racing pigeon on my balcony right at this very moment. What’s more, it’s not the only repeat visit; this happened again many months ago, but it only hung around for an hour or two before taking off, so we didn’t get a chance to identify it – not that it became necessary at that point anyway.
I’ll see if the bird’s still there when I get home in a few hours. But if it’s the same bird it must have taken a shine to my balcony, or perhaps to me, because that’s three visits in the last year and change, where before that there were none.
I’m starting to wonder if I shouldn’t put out some seed or bread or whatever it is racing pigeons eat, just in case one drops by again.