"Danish carrier pigeon choose Österlen" was the title of the article.
Over a week ago a banded bird landed on our veranda. We didn't notice it at first but when the pigeon walked up to us and made himself comfortable just twenty centimeters from our feet he gave us the opportunity to take a closer look. We got the numbers from his leg and, as my generation cleverly allows, googled it. I google everything. And, we happened to find the owner. In Denmark. We found out that little 034 (now Pidgy) had been let out in Germany to participate in a competition. The pigeon who reach home first wins. He said that carrier pigeons can fly 900 kilometers in 15 hours! Unfortunately, there was strong westerly winds and 034 lost track, for the first time in his life. He landed in our garden, where he found a spot to eat and poop for a week. The sunflower seeds finished quickly. When mum had just bought special pigeon seeds and minerals he decided to leave. Ungratefully. We were all heartbroken.
(Oh, I finally got the big Lisa Löwenborg back, it used to be tiny tiny tiny.. hmm. Good.)
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