Monday afternoon lunchtime, Brownie disappeared for quite a while after running into the garden to "do his business."
I found it strange that he did not return indoors as accustomed after a ten minute interval.
I looked outside and there he was with his mouth full of feathers....looking closer, I realised that it was one of the big maguffy pigeons that keep on teasing him by sitting on the edge of the roof preening and pooping on the walkway.
His mouth full to capacity, Brownie was striding with pride, as if to say "Look Mum I finally caught one...they are always invading my space."
"Brownie!! Drop it!!"
He gave me a look of disbelief and then dutifully dropped it on the ground.
It was still alive, but very stunned.....I think he was pretending to be dead.
My friend Charles was here helping me with an electrical installation.....we opened the back garden gate and gently placed the pigeon on the ground, whereupon he got up in a hurry and moved off down the hill, presumably to rejoin his other gangster pigeon posse friends.
Let's hope that he takes the message back to the others that they should not mess with the little brown dog that lives at this house....and let's also hope that he has learned a lesson....next time he may not be so lucky.