Pod has developed psychic powers.
I got home late last night and Pod woke up so DP went to bed and I finished a couple of work bits under a duvet on the sofa while he re-settled and I invariably fell asleep all tucked up with him.
Pod woke up suddenly and started trotting around the downstairs in the dark so I let him out into the garden thinking a poo explosion was imminent.
Either he somehow knew or it's a whacking great coincidence that, at that very moment, a squab was snuggled down in grass cuttings on the compost heap.
I don't know if you've ever run around a freezing wet garden in your socks and PJs slipping on slugs and hiss-whispering DROP IT YOU BLOODY BASTARD but I don't recommend at 3am. For one horrific moment I thought it was a barn owl he'd got, which is a v.bad, speciesist reaction, especially from a vegan.
Eventually I could tell it was beyond saving and let him he prance happily around the garden with it for a further ten minutes, then I managed to wrestle him back indoors where he did Piteous Squeaking at being separated from his beloved Pidgey.
He watched me furiously through the window as I disposed of the poor creature this morning.
I suppose I can no longer jovially say "He wouldn't know what to do with it if he caught one!" while he's belting around after birds on his walks.
Hum. RIP Pidgey.
I really really like pigeons actually.