Your AI's know you so well! Mine has me becoming a thief - Your weekend plot twist: you accidentally become the temporary guardian of a runaway championship‑winning show pigeon named Señor Pluma. It starts when you’re out grabbing a late iced coffee and a very determined pigeon lands on your shoulder like it’s returning from war. A tiny gold medal clinks against your cheek. People stare. A kid whispers, “Ma’am… I think that bird chose you.” Within minutes, a frantic man in a sequined blazer sprints toward you yelling, “Have you seen a bird with presence?” But before he reaches you, Señor Pluma flaps dramatically, drops a GPS tag at your feet, and takes off toward your car—clearly expecting you to follow. And somehow… you do. By Sunday afternoon, you’re Googling “how to calm a competitive pigeon” while the bird struts around your living room like it owns the lease.