Someone is knocking at the door

Many people knock on my door, meter men are regular callers and the guy who tries to deliver parcels and knows he can usually rely on me to be available if someone is at work and there is nowhere to safely leave there perhaps long awaited items.
However a visitor late the other afternoon really was a first and one I wont forget in a hurry.
Sitting typing and engrossed in my thoughts I paused when I heard a faint knock, then a second slightly more frantic noise coming from my patio door.
Looking up in amazement I saw a pigeon pacing back wards and forwards in between
Adding a distinct louder call, I could tell this was an emergency.
Polishing my spectacles in case I was seeing things I glanced at the garden chair and there towering above my nervous ‘new best friend’ was a black cat about to pounce.
I rushed to the door which luckily wasn’t locked, burst out and scared the cat away, however the pigeon looked up at me with eyes that said it all and proceeded to adopt me for the next three hours.
Seeming almost unable to move I tried water and three small nibbles of bread but to no avail, chatted away, like you do. I used to have budgies and had long conversations with them in hours on need when I found myself alone after being bereaved
Time passed and a slight hop and a walk round a large flowerpot then eventually another hop on to a small concrete toadstool that was the resting place of a concrete frog, green in colour, so authentic. This became it’s chosen position and allowed me to go indoors and grab my mobile phone and take pictures so close it almost seemed like this feathered friend would at that point have done anything to please me.
As darkness began to fall I was concerned because it would not leave me, suggestions from my family were not what I wanted to hear ‘why not bring it indoors for the night.’
This bird was in shock and I was not about to share a small sip of my favourite brandy with it so I gently encouraged it to flutter on to the lawn where it was greeted by two other mates who resembled its colourings, so I guessed members of the family who were concerned and had been sitting on the roof, waiting in anticipation of its departure from the toadstool.
However too early to fly yet I gathered when an attempt was made, even with encouragement from its mates but walking slowly with me ushering it along it made it to the back of bushes and there it rested.
I checked several times during the evening by the light of my ‘wind up’ torch but found no trace.
Hope it made its way home and now I will wind up the hose pipe because had that cat returned to once again cause havoc he would have had a shower to contend with.