Thank you for your patience with my lack of posting. Besides being sick there hasn't been too much going on. The weather has been up and down. Yesterday it poured but today it was warm(er) with beautiful sun.
I mentioned in my blog yesterday that I had a pigeon story to share.
Last Saturday morning I. and I were getting ready to go run some errands when the door bell rang. I was still in the shower so I. went to check out who was there. He came back into the bathroom and said "There is a huge white bird on our front porch." I'm thinking like sea gull or albatross or something big like that. I hurried out of the shower and joined I. in our front bedroom, which overlooks the porch. On the porch was not an albatross or an ostrich but a pigeon. Just sitting there. I. said that when he had opened the door to see who had rung the bell, the pigeon didn't move at all. Hmmm.
To check it out more closely, I got a towel for I. who went back out on the porch and picked the pigeon up with the towel. It didn't resist at all. When I. brought it inside, we took a closer look and saw that it had a band around each leg. We had ourselves a racing pigeon! We also saw that there was a large patch of bloody feathers under one leg. Not good.
I. was able to read the lettering on one of the bands and saw that it said "Fall River." I hopped on the internet and found the phone number of the guy who is like the regional contact for the American Union of Racing Pigeons. I. called the guy who was of no help, mainly because the band did not bear any identification marks other than saying "Fall River."
We knew that we couldn't keep the bird upstairs with the five crazies running around so we fixed up Poochie's old crate in the basement and put the bird in there with some water and bird seed. A few hours later we went down to check on it again and this time it looked like it was breathing more heavily than before but the bleeding appeared to have stopped. However, we did find a larger bloody spot under one of the wings. Wasn't looking too good for poor Mr. Pigeon.
It was a beautiful bird, white and tan, and so tame. We were imagining what it would be like to keep it since apparently there wasn't a way to find its owner.
We went to bed that night with the bird still hanging in there and we were hopeful that with the bleeding stopped things were stabilizing. However, when I. checked on it first thing the next morning, it was breathing with an open mouth. Never a good sign. We got ready to go out and right before we left, I. checked on it again and our pigeon had died. I. named it Homer, posthumously. As in Homer, the homing pigeon.
I wish I had taken some pictures of it but unfortunately I didn't. Truly, it was a beautiful bird. I couldn't find any pictures of anything like it on the web either. Sorry.
Well, Mr. Jack is desperate to go out for his walk. I'll leave you with a couple of pics of Pogo. I'm not sure if the bright light is from his halo or just the Sun. ;)
