Familiar

Before taking our walk in the sunshine this morning, Malcolm and I did a small detour to his mother's house, to put out some bread for a familiar visitor.  For some time now, there has been a 'resident' pigeon in the front garden.  Waiting each morning for it's daily bread, it has become rather tame.  There was no sign of it yesterday, but this morning, there it was again.

I think it must have been a hand-reared bird as it is ringed on it's right leg and this would also explain it's tame temperament.  Bless!