Dispatch Form

Compose. Choose. Release.

Fill the form below with care. Our calligrapher will transcribe your message onto parchment by hand. We dispatch at dawn, every dawn.

We will not, under any circumstance, send marketing emails. The pigeons would not understand.

An address is not required. The pigeon will not consult it.

Maximum 2,000 characters. Heavier messages require heavier birds, which we cannot reliably furnish at all tiers.

This is a satire site. No pigeon will be released. No message will be transcribed. Submitting the form will not charge you.

DISPATCH CONFIRMED

Your bird has been entered into the queue.

At dawn tomorrow, will be released from the eastern parapet of Pidgeon-Whittle House. The bird carries your message, calligraphed and sealed, addressed to .

Order No.

You will receive no further communication from us. The next time you think of this message will be sometime, somewhere, when something reminds you of the person to whom you sent it. That is the moment to know it is, by now, somewhere.

Coo softly. Hope loudly.

(Reminder: this is a satire site. No actual dispatch has occurred.)