My second pigeon rescue two weeks ago made me remember that the account of my first pigeon rescue somehow never got published. Time to rectify that oversight!!
Sunday, May 15, 2011
It started out like any other laundry day. I loaded my dirty clothes into the grocery cart we New Yorkers use to transport anything too heavy to carry and pushed the cart across the street to the laundromat. As I entered, I noticed a young pigeon huddled at the side of the step. After loading my clothes into the washers, I went back to the doorway to see if the pigeon was still there. Indeed it was, and the little thing just didn't look right. It had some scabby-looking patches on top if its head and, although nervous, it seemed unwilling or unable to fly to a safer location. The laundry attendant claimed it couldn't fly because an elderly woman had run over it accidentally with her cart.
I hate it when I happen upon situations like this, because I know that no one else is going to do anything.
Saturday, February 04, 2012
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