In the early morning fog, my son found a Top Knot Pigeon caught in the chook run. He very carefully captured it, noting that its wings were wet from having overnighted out in the open. He held that bird and brought it out of the chook run, placing it very gently on some open ground not far away, and he watched it flutter its wings and take off. Three seconds later, Milo Monster Dog leapt into the sky, grabbed that bird in his mouth and ran away with it, flapping it around his gormless thick skulled head. “I just hope it was quick,” said my world weary boy. Bless.