Another Pigeon Post
It may have been nothing to do with the visit to Hutton of the Independent candidate for East Berwickshire but Stool the Racing Pigeon (Yes I have said this before, and been wrong) may actually have gone. He/she/it has never been so long away from the red plastic bowl and Katy's spade since his arrival over two weeks ago. It may well be that he(OK, sexist) is still in the neighbourhood-perhaps in the next door garden, having got fed up with roosting on (his) crappy window sill. So we may well see him again in search of organic grain and Hutton water. And of course we may still come across a pathetic heap of white feathers and the left claw courtesy of Sparrow Hawk or Megan, the next door dog. It won't be Rosie-in the one confrontation between the arthritic Moggie and Stool, the former fled without even as much as a spit.
One farmer told me that she has ten Racing Pigeon deserters on her farm having arrived over a period of time, found the natives friendly and have stayed on. Perhaps Stool has gone to join them on the banks of the peaceful Whiteadder. Or perhaps he has gone to the
Great Cote in the Sky.
And don't come back