R.I.P. Jean Pigeon

We lost a pet yesterday, our hangabout racing pigeon that showed up almost two years ago and never left. Dubbed Jean Pigeon (think French - Jean PEE-Jean), he greeted us every morning at the back deck looking for food, and swooped us each night when we got home. He even used to hunker down to sleep below our bedroom window.

Having already survived two long winters plus one cat attack and one hawk attack (at least that we know of), both courtesy of Jane's intervention, his days had long been numbered. From his cat-taunting deck struts, to his circular fly-overs of the property, his presence was a daily routine we grew fond of. In the end, he succumbed to instinctual feline aggression.

Based on his legband, we think he was an Ohio purebred Clean-Legged Icicle pigeon that blew off course across Lake Erie. He shall be missed.