The one I was after.

This is what I was after the other day.
Having nursed one of these back from the "jaws of death" (an inability to rise above 4' without being caught and thrown), and through a moult which made it look like a micro-vulture, I was quite chuffed when it picked up a mate and brought it and tamed it. On principal I'm aggin feral pigeons, but couldn't see one pop its clogs on the back lawn.
They're both nearly as tame as "yer average" racer.