My family likes to collect injured and homeless living things.
I had tried to rescue a new born kitty about a year ago. Unfortunatly she wouldn't feed on milk from the dropper. She turned cold after a day and died in my hands after I had been struggeling to keep her warm. I have been very touchy about taking care of little poor animals since then..
Sister came home from work yesterday and brought an injured pigeon with. She placed him on the table in our balcony and the poor thing did not move for a couple hours. Wasn't eating or drinking either. I went and touched him to make sure he wasn't dead. Thank god he was still warm. Didn't wanna witness another death.
I desperatly wanted to help the poor thing so I googled injured pigeon. I learned that an injured pigeon is usually scared to death and in a state of shock. The article said to put the pigeon in a dark place until the blood system regulates.. That could take a few hours. Why dark place? Because pigeons sleep in the dark. So I got a large shoe box and punched a nice window for the pigeon to look through when it got bored. I lined it with newspaper and made sure it was nice and fluffy for the pigeon..after all it was gonna be spending a while in there. I also put a tiny bowl of water and scattered some seeds, just in case the pigeon decided it wanted to eat.
Now all I had to do was put the pigeon in there. I didn't want to freak him out. So I just approached him quietly with an old tee and grabbed him gently and put him in the box. He got in without a fight. I made sure to wash my hands very well.... bird flu and the like...
I placed the box in the shade then forgot about him for the whole day.
After sunset, I decided to check on him. I had to see what color his poop was. Apparently, it tells you if the bird is healthy or if it's ill. The second I lifted the box out he came flapping his wings like crazy trying to fly. He scared the hell out of me. Plus he only managed like half a meter. Poor thing.
I checked the poop. Bright green and solid. No disease there.
I changed the newspaper lining. He obviously wasn't eating still. I put him back and forgot about him until the next day.
The next morning my mom let him out of the box. He started flapping his wings like crazy again. My cat heard the commotion. I woke up to the sounds of my mom yelling at the cat. My cat had tried to eat him.
Thank God the balcony's sliding window was closed. The cat had bumped her head on the glass trying to get at the pigeon. Now she just sat in that weird position cats take just as they are about to pounce on something. Occasional hissing.
Poor pigeon. I filled up a big plastic box with water. Maybe he would like to wash up? I didn't know anything about pigeons. I slowly approached him. He was on the balcony floor now. I just slid the water as close to him as I could without scaring him. Then I left.
A few moments later he was drinking. Hurray! If an animal/bird is drinking. Then inshallah it's not going to die.
I noticed a few feathers missing from his left wing. He also shed a few feathers over the place. He was possibly injured. I wondered how long he would take to heal.
I scattered some bread crumbs for him to eat. He ate nothing. The ants however carried off all the peices until there was nothing left. I assumed he probably wasn't hungry.
I went on doing my usual chores. When I got back. I walked into the balcony looking for him. He had flown away. My cat got in and started sniffing around too. Then started eating the feathers he had left.
