posted on Jun, 6 2014 @ 04:52 AM
We have had a visitor in our store recently. For the last couple of days, a pigeon has been milling about in our street. Ordinarily, the birds we see
down here, are seagulls, crows, starlings, robins, and sparrows.
I spied it first on Wednesday in the street, and got down on my haunches so to speak, to look at it more closely, because I was fairly sure I could
make out tags on its little legs. Sure enough, it WAS tagged on both legs! I left Shoeburyness for the day shortly after encountering this pigeon, and
my sister and I went to town to get a spot of lunch, and function some of the less inspiring elements of life on Earth, like visiting the bank, and
what have you. Needless to say, I paid no further heed to the plight of the pigeon, since I assumed it would bugger off in its own due time, in the
manner to which birds of that sort are accustomed.
So, when I walked back into work on Thursday morning, I really did not think I would be seeing the pigeon again. I was mistaken. When lunchtime came,
I trotted off to the sandwich bar down the street from my workplace, waited while my order was assembled, and came back to our store, in order to walk
through from the front to the back door, exit the premises and climb the stairs up to the residential floor above our store. On my way through the
office space, just before the back door of our shop, I stopped dead in my tracks, because standing there, dead in the middle of the office, between
myself and the back door, was the pigeon.
It had somehow ninja'd its way past my mother at the counter, snuck through the door to the kitchen and office, and taken position three feet from
the rear access to the premises!
I announced to my mother "Mother... there appears to be a pigeon in the office." This announcement was met with no small amount of confusion and
disbelief, all of which evaporated the moment she stepped in behind me. I told her that I believed this to be a racing pigeon, owing to the tags on
its legs, and also the fact that it was a particularly healthy looking pigeon, with clean, neat plumage, and an inquisitive and not at all fearful
I asked my mother if she would like me to shoo the pigeon out of the back door, but the discussion which resulted from that query lead us to conclude
that the pigeon was probably hanging out around here because it was tired, and that she was content to let it be for the moment. I proceeded with my
lunch plan as normal, and returned to the shop afterward, to find that the pigeon had been placed inside a cardboard box, which had been modified for
the purposes of ventilation, and had been outfitted with a water bowl, and a feed bowl so that the pigeon could eat and drink and rest.
Mother had been on the case, and had discovered (using the identifying marks on the tags) that the bird most likely came over from the southern end
of Ireland. She also discovered that the best way to deal with the situation, would be to give the pigeon a couple of days and nights rest, and then
take it to the seafront to release it, because that would give it time to regain its energy, and the planned release point would give it immediate
access to an easily recongised route home, that being to follow the Thames corridor inland as far as it goes, and then rely on its intricate memory of
landmarks between its current location and its originating point, in order to get back home.
So the pigeon is currently sitting in a box behind me, waiting to be taken to the sea front at some point today!