Well! - hello there everyone!! and good New Year to all.
I've had a good Christmas - had some playtime, which was really really nice and apart from obligatory cooking I slobbed around most of the time.
Saw the final of Downton Abbey, but personally I thought there were enough 'threads' there (sorry, no pun intended) that could've fostered another six episodes at least, but there you go Julian Fellowes has had enough of writing it, so I suppose we have to be resigned to it. At least it all ended up happily - we deserved that after he ruined Christmas for ladies all over the land when he killed Matthew off on Christmas Day some years ago......
As for my pigeon Barbara, yes he/she is still around. I did though Google on Pigeon Fanciers to see what I came up with and found a Strays page, so I entered up what information I could about it. Several days later I had a reply from the Cheltenham Registry place that Carol Frewin had mentioned. They were helpful but advised that the two digit number I was able to give them bore no relationship to a Registry as that would be something like GB followed by about six numbers. It was their opinion therefore that it was a private owners own method of identification. So, for the pigeon that's as far as it goes, but he's outside every morning for his breakfast and seems fine. Magpies, Wood Pigeons et al don't seem to bother him, although he's a bit wary of the squirrels, but they are such mad little blighters and charge all round the garden like furry little rockets - enough to put the wind up anything!! I'm waiting now for my window cleaner to come. He's a mine of information on all sorts of stuff so I shall ask him if he knows of anyone local who's lost a bird. He helped me some years back when I had one of those bloody great green parrots in the garden. 'Oh', he said 'he belongs to that chap in Salander Crescent, he's always getting out, I'll tell him'. It was a clever parrot - he could whistle to ten. I know that for a fact 'cos I took him out some breakfast one morning and he whistled at me, so I whistled back. Just a short staccato type whistle, then he did it again - twice, so I did the same, then he did three, so I did the same - and we went right up to ten. Dunno if he was training me or I was training him...... Anyway he disappeared and the next time I saw the window cleaner he told me the parrot was back home again.... Isn't life delightful at times!