This is a story of 15 years ago. I belonged to a local tennis club at that time.
Mr.N, who retired from the company, and joined our club. However, unfortunately, Mr. N suffered from cancer and died six months later.
One day, we were playing tennis, we saw a pigeon stood on a wire mesh fence and was staring still and looking down at the coat. Afterwards, the dove fluttered down the court, walked around for about two minutes, and flew away somewhere.
I still believe that he came to see the members of the court.