That is so funny!
When I was a child, I found a wounded pigeon. His wing was broke. He lived, but that bum wing never could carry him far. So he was pretty much grounded. He lived in our shed in our small suburban back yard and I fed him popcorn and bird seed. He became our 'watchbird'. Everyone knew him and loved him. His name was Smokey. He would chase the mailman, the milkman (dating myself), the paperboy, and any sales people from the minute they stepped in the yard to across the other side of the yard. He seemed to know the boundaries. Unfortunately for him, no one was really afraid, even though he pecked their shoes with all his heart!
When I was a child, I found a wounded pigeon. His wing was broke. He lived, but that bum wing never could carry him far. So he was pretty much grounded. He lived in our shed in our small suburban back yard and I fed him popcorn and bird seed. He became our 'watchbird'. Everyone knew him and loved him. His name was Smokey. He would chase the mailman, the milkman (dating myself), the paperboy, and any sales people from the minute they stepped in the yard to across the other side of the yard. He seemed to know the boundaries. Unfortunately for him, no one was really afraid, even though he pecked their shoes with all his heart!
