Post by Ian Chesterton on Oct 30, 2021 19:28:21 GMT
[For Jenny Smith]
Ian had thought that once he'd got home. albeit in 1965, that would be it. Life would be back to normal. A gloriously, boring normal life. And it was to start with. Okay, so the prices of everything had gone up, but buses were still buses and pigeons were still pigeons. Except for that one pigeon that wasn't.
It didn't walk like other pigeons, it didn't flock to peck at tourist's food like other pigeons and didn't seem like it could fly either. Whatever it was, it wasn't a normal pigeon. Once upon a time, he'd have noted the oddness, assumed there was something normal and bird-related that was wrong with the pigeon. Now he looked at it with new eyes that said it wasn't a pigeon at all.
To find out what it was, the first thing he was going to have to do was to catch it. At least in London, running after a pigeon doesn't get you any odd looks. Even if Ian did nearly run headlong into the fountain in Trafalgar Square. He ended up with his nose a hair's breadth from the water, while the not-pigeon hopped about on the edge. Ian could have sworn it was laughing at him.
Ian had thought that once he'd got home. albeit in 1965, that would be it. Life would be back to normal. A gloriously, boring normal life. And it was to start with. Okay, so the prices of everything had gone up, but buses were still buses and pigeons were still pigeons. Except for that one pigeon that wasn't.
It didn't walk like other pigeons, it didn't flock to peck at tourist's food like other pigeons and didn't seem like it could fly either. Whatever it was, it wasn't a normal pigeon. Once upon a time, he'd have noted the oddness, assumed there was something normal and bird-related that was wrong with the pigeon. Now he looked at it with new eyes that said it wasn't a pigeon at all.
To find out what it was, the first thing he was going to have to do was to catch it. At least in London, running after a pigeon doesn't get you any odd looks. Even if Ian did nearly run headlong into the fountain in Trafalgar Square. He ended up with his nose a hair's breadth from the water, while the not-pigeon hopped about on the edge. Ian could have sworn it was laughing at him.