The Pigeon With a Code on Its Leg
Priya found the pigeon on the balcony rail after a night of howling wind and heavy rain, and it was so exhausted that it did not fly away when she opened the door. The bird was gray with a green shimmer on its neck, and its feathers were still damp. She set out a dish of water and a handful of birdseed before she crouched down to look at it closely.
Around one of its legs was a thin plastic ring that had been stamped with letters and numbers. "That's a band," said her brother Dev. "Racing pigeons wear them, which means somebody out there is probably missing this one."
Priya copied the code into her notebook, and after supper she searched the internet until she found a club of pigeon racers in the next town. She wrote them an email that listed the code, the day, and the street where the pigeon had landed. Then she waited, which turned out to be the hardest part of the whole job.
By morning the bird looked considerably stronger, and a reply had already arrived. The code belonged to a retired mail carrier named Mr. Hollis, who had released his flock on Saturday morning. A storm had scattered the birds in every direction, and this particular one had been missing for three days.
He came at noon carrying a wooden basket, and the pigeon hopped inside as though it had always known the way. "She is a strong flier, but even strong fliers can be blown off course," he told Priya. "Thank you for taking the trouble to write that number down." Then he invited her to visit his loft on Sunday and watch the whole flock return.