Last weekend we had an ususual visitor to Ginnie’s. All of our visitors are idividuals and are a constant source of interest. People come to Cleethorpes for many reasons but I’ve never had one set up a rest place in the back garden. I should explain that this visitor was a pigeon. He seemed healthy enough. He just didn’t want to fly. I picked him up and he seemed tame. He certainly didn’t try to peck me or anything. On his leg was a ring with numbers and the letters HAR. A quick search on the internet gave me the number of the local pigeon flying club and a phone call connected me with the chairman of the club, a Mr Andrews. He readily offered to come and collect the bird. When Mr Andrews arrive he examined the bird and told us that the reason it couldn’t fly was becuase it was exhausted. The strong winds we were having that day must have really taken it out of the poor thing. Even more surprising was the fact that the details on the ring told Mr Andrews that the bird came form Hartlepool, some 150 miles away. The bird was very lucky to have stopped down in Ginnie’s. If he had chosen one of the houses either side he would have had to face the dogs and not being able to fly I wouldn’t have given it much chance. I just hope he gets back to his owner safely.
