As I returned to the car after a shopping expedition trip to Sainsburyís, one of the car wash operatives approached me. The car was clean, so I was ready to say ìno thank youî to an impromptu wash, but he was keen to show me something at the front of the car. Thoughts of horror that someone had reversed into the front of the Edge flashed across my mind, but the reality was something much more puzzling. After establishing that my car hadnít been redesigned by a hapless motorist, the car wash guy was pointing vigorously at the imposing grille, where upon closer inspection I discovered there was a pigeon resting. How did it get in there? Did the big Ford gobble it up as I drove along, or was the bird shielding itself from danger? Either way, it needed to come out and that was going to be fun and games, or a huge challenge.
Instead of tackling the feathered friend in the supermarket car park, I drove home slowly, secretly hoping that the noise of the engine would alarm the bird sufficiently to detach itself and fly away to freedom. No such luck, and after opening the bonnet, it was clear that there wasnít going to be an easy way of getting rid of the cooing creature without dismantling a large proportion of the car. Feeling a little bit squeamish, my first thought was to use a litter picker to try and wrap the device around the bird and fish it out. Thatís easier said than done and after three or four attempts, with the pigeon wriggling about, I gave that up as a bad job. Next up I turned the garage upside down for a pair of gardening gloves, and even though they had holes in them, I carried on anyway. And that did the trick, giving me sufficient leverage to scoop up the bird and pull it to safety. Upon closer inspection, it had damage to its wing and this would stop it from flying away. Maybe that was why it was hiding itself away. Putting it on the ground, it shuffled off to the safety of the undergrowth beneath our tree.
The next problem, of course, was our two cats, along with the other felines that reside in our neighbourhood. I called both cats indoors and Mr pigeon was safe from our two, but was running the gauntlet with the others. But a few hours later I see him hobbling down the driveway to reach the wooded area across the road, except he doesnít make it. Our next-door neighbour returns home in his Qashqai, doesnít see him as he pulls onto the driveway and splat. So close and yet so far, it really wasnít that pigeonís lucky day!
Date arrived 28th November 2016
Fuel economy 48.7mpg (combined) 42.2mpg (on test)
The flat load sill makes it easy to get heavy items in and out of the Edge.
The slats of the grille were large enough for a pigeon to become caught in.