buggabuggaWHUH?
Anyone who knows me for even a short amount of time is aware of my family's ability to attract all manner of weird and wonderful happenings.
It's happened again. This time I actually had to call Dad to confirm it.
Apparently Davey, a poet of some repute and our neighbour across the road back home in Belfast managed to find a lost homing pigeon in his garden yesterday. This is fair enough. However, Davey's mind works along pretty much the same lines as Dad's, and as soon as anything daft happens, Dad must be alerted ASAP.
So, imagine, if you will, my mum's surprise at being presented with said pigeon by her beaming husband, who has now been proved to have the mental capacity of a cabbage. To make matters even weirder, this is just a few days after the parents' 31st wedding anniversary. I wasn't aware the 31st anniversary was the pidgeon anniversary, but anyway...
The pigeon was bunged into one of my old guinea-pig cages in the back garden with a bowl of water and some peanuts to keep it fed and safe from next door's cat. It was a tad disorientated and looked a bit off-colour, but it survived the night and was let out of the cage the next morning.
And then came straight back to the parents.
Dad has spent most of the day trying to teach it how to drink water out of a bowl, just in case it knocked its head a bit too much, and Mum's been looking up stuff on how to get rid of the little bugger inbetween fussing over it.
So to sum up, my parents have been adopted by a directionally-challenged homing pigeon.
Dad was angling to call it Colin, but since our Christmas trees are always called Colin (don't ask), it now answers to the name of Gavin.
Gormless Gavin, to be precise.
You just can't make this stuff up.
Mel xxx
It's happened again. This time I actually had to call Dad to confirm it.
Apparently Davey, a poet of some repute and our neighbour across the road back home in Belfast managed to find a lost homing pigeon in his garden yesterday. This is fair enough. However, Davey's mind works along pretty much the same lines as Dad's, and as soon as anything daft happens, Dad must be alerted ASAP.
So, imagine, if you will, my mum's surprise at being presented with said pigeon by her beaming husband, who has now been proved to have the mental capacity of a cabbage. To make matters even weirder, this is just a few days after the parents' 31st wedding anniversary. I wasn't aware the 31st anniversary was the pidgeon anniversary, but anyway...
The pigeon was bunged into one of my old guinea-pig cages in the back garden with a bowl of water and some peanuts to keep it fed and safe from next door's cat. It was a tad disorientated and looked a bit off-colour, but it survived the night and was let out of the cage the next morning.
And then came straight back to the parents.
Dad has spent most of the day trying to teach it how to drink water out of a bowl, just in case it knocked its head a bit too much, and Mum's been looking up stuff on how to get rid of the little bugger inbetween fussing over it.
So to sum up, my parents have been adopted by a directionally-challenged homing pigeon.
Dad was angling to call it Colin, but since our Christmas trees are always called Colin (don't ask), it now answers to the name of Gavin.
Gormless Gavin, to be precise.
You just can't make this stuff up.
Mel xxx