Hey y'all,
O saturday night, i saw a strange pigeon adorning the top of my barn. I'd never seen it before, and it wasn't a woodie. Unless my eyes had decieved me i thought it looked like a racing/homing pigeon. Alas, it was too late to see properly, so I left my pondering until the next day.
Sure enough, the next day, he/she was pecking around the chicken feed bins, eating the loose corn. On closer inspection with the aid of a pair of binoculars, he had a pink, a blue, and a metal numbered ring. This confirmed my thoughts and so I thought abut how to go about catching him.
I went out, armed with a bass landing net, and a handful of corn. I gingerly threw some on the ground near him, and he was over straight away. Obviously exhausted and starving, he couldnt care less about a human poddling around near him, he just wanted food. I made a grab, but he slipped out of my hands and jumped away. Luckily, i made it seem like it was an accident, so he came back over.
Then came the plan.
I opened up the run of my sablepoot cocks, and carried them, protesting and wriggling, over into the field. I thought they would be happy there, but no.
I then bribed the rest of the chooks out of the way, and slowly herded the pigeon into the 'poots run. He went in ok, And i shut the door. Success! or so I thought....
I grabbed him, hanging on tightly, rather pleased with myself. The 'poot cocks had chosen that exact moment to waddle across back towards me, indignant at their highnesses being so rudely carried into the field. Unfortunately, so had the 'big chooks' with Dolly the hawk slayer and Gandalf the karate cock at the head of the flock. Gandalf stiffened at the sight of the sablepoots. The sablepoots stiffened at the sight of Gandalf. The pigeon uttered an indignant cluck, which Gandalf heard.
Then, bristling with fury, Gandalf bolted towards the 'poots, and they bolted towards him. I was in no position to seperate them, as i was holding a rapidly squirming pigeon and trying my best to walk towards the already prepared holding cage. I did the only thing possible. Shouted. Loudly. Everyone stopped and stared at me. The sablepoots took this moment to escape, bolting into the safe confines of a tight-weave bramble bush.
Gandalf, now pumped to the brim with adrenaline, leapt up, and mustering all of his kung-fu kicking fury, pounded my hands with his four inch long spurs and talons. This was too much. The pigeon slipped free, and Gandalf, looking very pleased with himself for vanquishing this tiny invader, proceeded to harass his wives lovingly.
As the bird vanished into the forest, I glared at Gandalf. Gandalf clucked lovingly and rubbed his head against my leg, showing his affection for me, and boasting about how he saved me from the pigeon.
Anyway, i've seen the bird pecking around the bins again, but he has regained strength, and since he felt my hands around him, i cant imagine he views me with a deep inner sense of love.
I would like to catch him if possible, and get him back to his owner. I have left a cage trap baited with corn next to the bins, but i'm not holding my breath. It would give me immense pleasure to return him to his owner, and it would be great if anyone vould help.
Kind regards,
Me.
O saturday night, i saw a strange pigeon adorning the top of my barn. I'd never seen it before, and it wasn't a woodie. Unless my eyes had decieved me i thought it looked like a racing/homing pigeon. Alas, it was too late to see properly, so I left my pondering until the next day.
Sure enough, the next day, he/she was pecking around the chicken feed bins, eating the loose corn. On closer inspection with the aid of a pair of binoculars, he had a pink, a blue, and a metal numbered ring. This confirmed my thoughts and so I thought abut how to go about catching him.
I went out, armed with a bass landing net, and a handful of corn. I gingerly threw some on the ground near him, and he was over straight away. Obviously exhausted and starving, he couldnt care less about a human poddling around near him, he just wanted food. I made a grab, but he slipped out of my hands and jumped away. Luckily, i made it seem like it was an accident, so he came back over.
Then came the plan.
I opened up the run of my sablepoot cocks, and carried them, protesting and wriggling, over into the field. I thought they would be happy there, but no.
I then bribed the rest of the chooks out of the way, and slowly herded the pigeon into the 'poots run. He went in ok, And i shut the door. Success! or so I thought....
I grabbed him, hanging on tightly, rather pleased with myself. The 'poot cocks had chosen that exact moment to waddle across back towards me, indignant at their highnesses being so rudely carried into the field. Unfortunately, so had the 'big chooks' with Dolly the hawk slayer and Gandalf the karate cock at the head of the flock. Gandalf stiffened at the sight of the sablepoots. The sablepoots stiffened at the sight of Gandalf. The pigeon uttered an indignant cluck, which Gandalf heard.
Then, bristling with fury, Gandalf bolted towards the 'poots, and they bolted towards him. I was in no position to seperate them, as i was holding a rapidly squirming pigeon and trying my best to walk towards the already prepared holding cage. I did the only thing possible. Shouted. Loudly. Everyone stopped and stared at me. The sablepoots took this moment to escape, bolting into the safe confines of a tight-weave bramble bush.
Gandalf, now pumped to the brim with adrenaline, leapt up, and mustering all of his kung-fu kicking fury, pounded my hands with his four inch long spurs and talons. This was too much. The pigeon slipped free, and Gandalf, looking very pleased with himself for vanquishing this tiny invader, proceeded to harass his wives lovingly.
As the bird vanished into the forest, I glared at Gandalf. Gandalf clucked lovingly and rubbed his head against my leg, showing his affection for me, and boasting about how he saved me from the pigeon.
Anyway, i've seen the bird pecking around the bins again, but he has regained strength, and since he felt my hands around him, i cant imagine he views me with a deep inner sense of love.
I would like to catch him if possible, and get him back to his owner. I have left a cage trap baited with corn next to the bins, but i'm not holding my breath. It would give me immense pleasure to return him to his owner, and it would be great if anyone vould help.
Kind regards,
Me.