Brit Finds Secret Message on Dead World War II Carrier Pigeon

[esperandote]

it says "we're running out of liquour, send more"

 

[C F]

I dunno, a dead pigeon is marginally more exciting than finding an unopened bottle of apple juice. Both have been similarly equated to Christmas.
Maybe I should revise my internal dictionary of literary analogies.

If anyone's taking bets, I've got five down on it being an arbitrary piece of intelligence that will only be mildly fascinating with additional context. If it's something groundbreaking, I will eat my own toe.

"Be back at 5, put the kettle on."

"Send more pidgeon feed."

"These French are useless."

"Warning, Germans have tanks."

"Strange Pidgeon epidemic going around, consider new communications."

You got me. I laughed, perhaps harder than I should have.

 

[duchaked]

read this online lol started Wiki-surfing about carrier pigeons and related articles...fun fun

 

[Falseprophet]

"V2 rockets may prove useful to a future Royal Space Program provided we nab Von Braun before the Yanks or Soviets do"

So in the alternate history described in Warren Ellis' Ministry of Space [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ministry_of_Space], clearly that pigeon got through.



God Save the Queen.

 

[Living_Brain]

They should the bird AT&T
I guess this is what happens when you try to send a message during beak hours.

Wordsmith Extraordinaire indeed.

Not much to say other than good luck.

 

[Squilookle]

"V2 rockets may prove useful to a future Royal Space Program provided we nab Von Braun before the Yanks or Soviets do"

So in the alternate history described in Warren Ellis' Ministry of Space [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ministry_of_Space], clearly that pigeon got through.



God Save the Queen.

Interesting looking series- reminds me of 'The First Men in The Moon' which I've always wanted to read.

 

[The Random One]

"Pinky, come here. I need you to- what are you doing with that pencil?"

"Oh hi Brain. It's a new pencil! I'm making sure it works."

"Well, you're writing with it, so it obviously works."

"Don't be silly, Brain! I have to make sure it can actually write all of the letters!"

"..."

"I split them up into groups so I can remember all of them!"

"That's... that's grand, Pinky. Now come help me, I need to load this pidgeon into a slingshot."

"Okay! Just let me sign it. NURP! Hotwaday, 136th... uh... NURP! 37th Dekemeber 76. All done!"