The Mystery of the Pigeon

No, it's not a new Enid Blyton novel. It is merely the escapades of yesterday for me!

I thought that yesterday was going to be a slow day - work for a couple of hours and then home to chill out. But no, when arriving at home I was informed by my brother (HAYDON!) that there was a pigeon in our garden. Not surprising, you would have thought, considering that we live near a city, but this pigeon was different - it was ringed, and we suspected, a racing pigeon.

After finally getting it into our rabbit carrier, we attempted to read the numerous digits on the various rings around its feet. Having decided that the pigeon was a girl, we fed and watered her, and then rang the official racing pigeon body.

They were shut. This meant that we had to wait until 9am this morning to ring, but the line was almost continuously engaged, meaning that we had to redial constantly hoping to get through.

Eventually we discovered that she belonged to a man that lived in Newcastle, and still had 600 miles to go! Apparently she is an old hen, and frequently takes pit stops on races. We have been charged by this man to care for Pidgie (our name for her, not his!) and then release her on Thursday.

So at the moment she's sitting in our rabbit carrier in the garden. I just hope that she doesn't die in our care - she may be worth something, not counting emotional worth to her owner. I assume that due to her long stay here, she won't be in the lead, unless pigeons always do that on races - can anyone enlighten me?

Apart from that, nothing much to add except for the conclusion of my eye adventure! I went back to the opticians today and had all the tests done - and I am pleased to announce that my eyes have suffered no damage! According to the optician I had badly bruised my eye, and so I have to keep putting drops in it and not wear contacts until Saturday - but I want to be sure, so I have set the day that I will next wear contacts as...you've guessed it, results day! Yes, that's this time next week, when I will know (hopefully) exactly where I will be this time next year.

That's all for now, dearest readers. See you tomorrow!