It was obviously quite tame as it was happy to stand on the porch rails while I let myself in:
Unlike big cities, I rarely ever see a pigeon where we live. I’ve also never seen one that looked so clean and healthy.
The next day I found him resting in the backyard. I gave him birdseed and water while we sorted things out. Or, he puffed up for a nap, while I sorted it out.
The tags on his legs revealed that he’s a registered Canadian racing pigeon. After a few emails, I located the owner and gave him a call. Turns out PeeBee (short for Pretty Bird, according to my daughter) was mid-race on his way across Canada. The owner didn’t seem to want him back. I guess he just wants the ones that win the prizes. The rebels are left to figure life out for themselves.
PeeBee disappeared for a day and then returned. He just hangs around and approaches me when I go outside. He’s quite affectionate. I’m a bit torn since he’s not really a wild animal. He’s used to the domesticated lifestyle. I keep hoping he’s merely resting up for the remainder of his journey (as the websites seem to indicate can happen) but so far he’s the sweet guest who doesn’t seem to leave. He follows us around the garden, always standing nearby. He’s a very nice gardening companion! I find myself talking to him as I work.
So far he’s touched noses with a few squirrels and a mourning dove. All the garden regulars seem to give him their seal of approval. Stay tuned to find out if PeeBee decides to stay in the Empire or carry on his way. Only he has the answer to this. For now we’re enjoying having him around. I’ve never had such a willing subject for photos. [Continued…]