ariastar
09-01-2008, 06:12 PM
Today's plans included going to bed after taking Cody to the train since I've been up forever now. Mostly working on my website.
However, things never go according to plan.
I got home from the train station and there was an injured pigeon at the bottom of the stairs scared to death. I knelt down and talked to it for a bit. He ran off slowly and I followed, and talked to him (I get this feeling it's a him) and he calmed down enough for me to pick him up.
Broken wing. I brought him upstairs and into the sewing room. I'm going to keep him a couple days out on the balcony (yes, I know what they eat and that they're suction-drinkers) and see how he does.
When I was about ten, my dad saw some asswipe shoot a pigeon for sport and got her wing. I think my dad hit the guy. My parents never confirmed nor denied it. But anyway I was brought up that you don't kill things for fun, and that you only kill what you are going to eat (deer and wild turkeys - bastards though they are to kill - and such). He brought the pretty birdie home and we set up our giant screen tent, one of those ones that's solid on top and the sides are mesh. And then we all spent a summer rehabbing her. When we finally let her go, we didn't expect to see her again, but she returned frequently until one day she didn't, a handful of months before we moved. Ever since then I've had a major soft spot for pigeons. She was a blue bar with unusual striping around her neck, the pattern and colors she had, so I called her Candy.
This one is a red bar.
We've got the type of grain and such piggies eat, and I gave him some, and a deep dish of water.
So now we got an injured bird and a sick cat.
Have any of you ever rehabbed wildlife before?
However, things never go according to plan.
I got home from the train station and there was an injured pigeon at the bottom of the stairs scared to death. I knelt down and talked to it for a bit. He ran off slowly and I followed, and talked to him (I get this feeling it's a him) and he calmed down enough for me to pick him up.
Broken wing. I brought him upstairs and into the sewing room. I'm going to keep him a couple days out on the balcony (yes, I know what they eat and that they're suction-drinkers) and see how he does.
When I was about ten, my dad saw some asswipe shoot a pigeon for sport and got her wing. I think my dad hit the guy. My parents never confirmed nor denied it. But anyway I was brought up that you don't kill things for fun, and that you only kill what you are going to eat (deer and wild turkeys - bastards though they are to kill - and such). He brought the pretty birdie home and we set up our giant screen tent, one of those ones that's solid on top and the sides are mesh. And then we all spent a summer rehabbing her. When we finally let her go, we didn't expect to see her again, but she returned frequently until one day she didn't, a handful of months before we moved. Ever since then I've had a major soft spot for pigeons. She was a blue bar with unusual striping around her neck, the pattern and colors she had, so I called her Candy.
This one is a red bar.
We've got the type of grain and such piggies eat, and I gave him some, and a deep dish of water.
So now we got an injured bird and a sick cat.
Have any of you ever rehabbed wildlife before?