I have this ridiculously soft spot for animals of any kind. I would take in every single one (except for spiders) if I could, especially when we were living in Mauritius. It broke my heart to see all of those dogs and cats…before I digress and get all upset about the state of those poor animals, let’s get to the pigeon.
This beautiful specimen of a bird arrived one afternoon in my parents courtyard here at the River. He is quite a handsome and proud bird with his chest out and clearly enjoying the attention of us all oohing and aahing over him. Him could also be her – I have no idea.
Birdy didn’t want to leave and seemed to be pacing a bit at which time I started falling apart and wanted to take him home. Probably not the best idea with 3 feline fur children at home, 2 who are official mousers. As we humans do, we succumbed to the pressures and out came a slice of bread which Birdy gobbled up very quickly. The little fellow was probably starving, so there goes my heart again and my mind thinking that he hasn’t eaten for days and he must lost and thought it better to rather give him water than food as I am sure he is very thirsty, especially if he is lost, he must be quite stressed.
I haven’t often seen a pigeon with feathers around his feet, I wonder what it means, if anything at all?
He made his way straight to the basin of water and took a nice long drink. With his belly full and thirst quenched he was clearly a happy bird again.
Birdy was so happy that he strutted his stuff up and down the stairs and nearly into the house – he would have gone in had he been allowed. Mom and Dad would not hear of it! He would have been allowed in ours though – I am sure I could get our 3 to behave themselves long enough to make Birdy feel welcome. I know, I know, I can be slightly delusional.
Birdy was still there the next day and evening which broke my heart – why did he not try and find his family – how did he get separated? Oh dear, I get myself very flappy. Dad tootled down the road to see if Birdy belonged to a gent who trains homing pigeons while I got ready to capture Birdy in a tea-shower, but alas the man has moved away!
Thankfully dad saw that their neighbour puts seed out every afternoon for the local wild birds so I’m hoping our boy moves in there!
Do you possibly know if he is a homing / racing pigeon – how would you tell?