...I'd also caught him trying to read it...but I think it may have been a bit difficult as it is twice the size of our feathered friend...
...so I took pity on Mr. Pigeon and bought him a little present to make things easier for him...
...although I still wasn't sure what a pigeon would want with a German dictionary...
...I did ask, but was told to mind my own business....charming.
He then demanded a lift on my bicycle (with a folded piece of paper under his wing)...
...to one of my favourite places- Cafe Frisch, the best bakery in Heidelberg.
( I should point out that I was alone, had been hanging around suspiciously outside the bakery for about 10 minutes holding a woolly pigeon , waiting for an opportune moment (i.e. a moment when nobody would be watching) and just as I though the coast was clear, that woman appeared and must have thought I was a complete lunatic...you can see it in her face)
Anyway, Mr. Pigeon emerged a few minutes later with a package and I gave him and his mystery item a lift home...

































