Rupert here, with thrilling news to report.
There's a pigeon in the Prisoner Transport Unit! (PTU)
As you know, Daddy feeds the birds and there's a birdbath in the front yard. Daddy knows all the "regulars" and today he noticed that one of the smaller pigeons was getting picked on by the other bigger ones.
He seemed weak and lethargic, too.
So Daddy shouted for Mommy, and they ran around the front courtyard like lunatics for ten minutes, coralling him. It was very entertaining.
Finally Daddy captured him--with his bare hands! We were all impressed, seeing how he doesn't have claws or any other fine weaponry like us.
Daddy gave him some food and water while Mommy made a phone call to a friend of theirs, Chrystal, who does bird rescue. Crystal said she'd be over shortly, and to keep Mister Pigeon cool, which meant he was escorted INSIDE.
Salem: What the hell?
It's dinner, delivered!
I've never wanted to get into a PTU so badly in my life.
Rupert: No kidding. Pretty ironic, huh?
Chrystal came and retrieved
our dinner Mister Pigeon. She said he looked okay, and she had the perfect spot for him in her aviary with two other birds to keep him company. She will call Mommy tomorrow with a report--and of course we'll let you know how he's faring.
Now, I need a nap. Too much excitement.
XX Rupert & Salem XX