Six months later, Pidgey had made herself at home.
‘‘I did not really realise that if you feed a pigeon from a baby, it bonds with you, Miss Jordaan said.
‘‘I tried to release her but she kept flying back.’’
The pigeon would go outside for the day but always come back inside by the evening.
And now she had laid her first two eggs, her outings each day had shortened to just 15 minutes.
Pidgey would also be walked by her adopted owner.
‘‘She would sit on my shoulder and I would walk with her [to a nearby rugby field] and she would fly laps around the field, come back and then we would go home.
‘‘So now I am a crazy bird lady.’’
Pidgey had flown away from her only once while at the field, but was waiting back at the house on Miss Jordaan’s return.
She said Pidgey was a homing pigeon, the same breed used to send messages in wartime, and had the ability to find her way home, even over long distances.
