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a werid pidgeon in my garden watch

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    its been there for ages, and when i went in the garden it didnt even fly away! and when i went to kick it it didnt fly away either! its got a ring thing around its leg so does that mean its a homeing pidgeon? its not going anywhere and its doing really werid puffing and its neck is realllyyyyyyyyyyyyy long :eek:
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    (Original post by co co)
    its been there for ages, and when i went in the garden it didnt even fly away! and when i went to kick it it didnt fly away either! its got a ring thing around its leg so does that mean its a homeing pidgeon? its not going anywhere and its doing really werid puffing and its neck is realllyyyyyyyyyyyyy long :eek:
    Hey, doesn't that mean its gunna explode any second? :eek:
    ...I wud back away!
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    (Original post by co co)
    its been there for ages, and when i went in the garden it didnt even fly away! and when i went to kick it it didnt fly away either! its got a ring thing around its leg so does that mean its a homeing pidgeon? its not going anywhere and its doing really werid puffing and its neck is realllyyyyyyyyyyyyy long :eek:
    Th ring should have numbers and it'll be tame. Pick it up and get someone to photo the ring on the leg and post the photo on a pidgeon racer forum (there must be one............) or look at an internet pigeon racing directory, yours josh..
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    look in its talons maybe it has a message in it , like london is going to be attacked tonight or something.
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    if you have an air rifle shoot it in the head,
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    Lob a rock at it. Failing the the air rifle would do. A friend and I spent ages trying to shoot pidgeons out of a tree in his garden with BB guns. Good times.
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    (Original post by bricktops)
    look in its talons maybe it has a message in it , like london is going to be attacked tonight or something.
    righto
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    (Original post by JonnyB)
    Lob a rock at it. Failing the the air rifle would do. A friend and I spent ages trying to shoot pidgeons out of a tree in his garden with BB guns. Good times.
    thats not nice even tho they are vermin :mad:
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    make bird noises or just be normal and leave it alone and get on with your life
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    (Original post by co co)
    thats not nice even tho they are vermin :mad:
    Do you have a pet gerbil or anything like that? You could mate them and get the world's first flying gerbil and get rich!
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    its gone now.....woooooooooooooooo



    i think....
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    Your pigeon incident reminded me of this.

    The Raven

    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
    Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
    As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
    " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
    Only this, and nothing more."

    Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
    And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
    For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
    Nameless here forevermore.

    And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
    Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
    " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
    Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
    This it is, and nothing more."

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
    "Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
    That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
    Darkness there, and nothing more.

    Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
    Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
    But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
    Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
    "Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.

    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
    Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
    "Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
    Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
    Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
    " 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."

    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
    In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
    Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

    Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
    "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
    Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
    Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
    Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
    Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
    Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
    With such name as "Nevermore."

    But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
    That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
    Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
    Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
    On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
    Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

    Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
    "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
    Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
    Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
    Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
    Of "Never---nevermore."

    But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
    Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
    Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
    What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
    Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

    Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
    To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
    But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
    She shall press, ah, nevermore!

    Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
    Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
    "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
    Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
    Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
    Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"

    "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
    Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
    On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
    Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
    Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

    "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
    By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
    Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
    Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

    "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
    "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
    Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
    Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

    And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
    On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
    And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
    And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
    Shall be lifted---nevermore!
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    What a boring-ass poem!
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    (Original post by JonnyB)
    What a boring-ass poem!
    What a boring-ass post. You didn't even read it. :p:
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    englishstudent you just thought up a poem like that? Amazing:eek:
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    (Original post by ramroff)
    englishstudent you just thought up a poem like that? Amazing:eek:
    Ah you know.

    No, I forgot to say who the author was. It's by Edgar Allan Poe.
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    its still there! omgwtf?!!! lol i tried water, and brushing it away with the broom but tis still there! :eek:
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    that poem was in the simpsons
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    (Original post by co co)
    that poem was in the simpsons
    Oh yeah - you're right!
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    co_co, have you picked it up to see if its got its name tag on? You might even be able to find out what year group its in.
 
 
 
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