The pigeon first appeared on Saturday morning, sitting in a corner of the donkeys’ stable. Since it didn’t move at first I assumed it was injured. It would certainly get injured if it was stood on by a donkey, so I carried it out and sat it on a barrel next to the donkeys’ food tubs. I thought it might recover after a good feed and fly away.
However, the pigeon stayed all day on the donkey field and had fun and games being chased by Aitana and Morris. At one point the pigeon went for a short ride sitting on Rubí’s back. The only donk not to welcome the pigeon was Matilde, probably because she saw the pigeon as more competition for her food.
At the end of Saturday the pigeon flew up to my house and roosted all night on the balcony. That has now been the pattern for the past three days and the pigeon is still here. Let’s go and see the pigeon…
While the donkeys are eating their supper, I try to find out more about our new guest, but the mysterious visitor gives nothing away. There are rings on both legs but they only have numbers, and while they presumably mean something to pigeon racing afficionados, they mean nothing to me.
Feed time for donks and bird. The sound of merry munching goes on for some time.
But as usual, Matilde is first to finish. She decides not to steal food from Morris, or she will get a good kicking. It is easier to mug the pigeon.
Happily, the evening food fight is now over. The pigeon has returned to roost outside my bedroom window, seen here as evening light fades and mist rises on the great Jurassic rock of Puig Campana. A rather distinguished looking pigeon. Does anyone know how to identify racing pigeons by their numbers?
Bruvver Eccles suggests I should start training the pigeon to pull the donkey cart, but I am sure Ryanair would soon put a stop to that competition.