This is the pigeon…

Show me the way to LanzaroteResistance is futile. Don’t you know we mate for life…and sadly I’m driven by genetics and imperfect instinct and sexual imprinting. Oh and the Heard instinct…

My love, my kind are social beings… and those we are reared with, influence our choice of mate on reaching maturity. All those years on your cill, means our destiny is ordained and yes, I know I should be looking for a girl, but heterosexual habits are not well developed in this vicinity…so I’m following the Heard…

You’ll grow to love me one day. Sorry about the cough. x

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