The wife with great excitement reported early this morning that Stool, the errant racing pigeon, was nowhere to be seen. The perch on the upstairs bathroom window was empty apart from a pile of bird crap-and no sign of him anywhere else. So obviously our policy of patient loving care had paid off and Post, now recovered from his uncompleted Marathon was soon to be reunited with his anxious owner who could now stop searching the western skies for a tiny speck of returning bird life.Or something.
Alas, false dawn. By 9am the window sill was pigeon infested once more. Perhaps he had gone on a recce flight and found his GPS still on the blink.Or perhaps we serve up a better brand of grain and purer Hutton water than he is used to in bleak Hartlepool.
Or perhaps he is just an idle pigeon.In which case
Bring on the Sparrow Hawk