I present to you the story of my pigeon, Prime Minister, for your reading pleasure: In the summer of 2010 I found a pigeon laying behind a dumpster on my way home from work. Severely emaciated, with a crooked leg and tail, part of his wing bone exposed where it had been broken off, and a body caked in feces, he did not even think about fleeing as I bundled him up in my work clothes and carried him home. Over the next month he lived in a towel-lined cardboard box in my bedroom, during which he received several warm baths and "massages" to remove the heavy encrustations from his vent, tail and feet, lots of rest and a two week course of carefully measured antibiotics. I handfed him baby cereal mash and small quantities of probiotics from a syringe until he regained enough strength to eat seed on his own. I was extra careful not to name him or attempt to tame him, as I had every intention of releasing him back outside once he had regained his strength. With all his injuries, however, it wound up that would never be humanely possible. Three years later Prime Minister still lives with me, a plump, healthy and energetic bird, despite being unable to fly or perch. He is instead relegated to hopping around the floor on his one straight leg while the other sticks out backwards from the hip and is useful only in providing inertia to move him forward. In the summer, he lives in a secure outdoor enclosure on the patio where he can listen to the local birds and bathe in the sun. In the winter, he is semi free-range indoors in a loosely enclosed section of the dining room. This seems to suite him as given the opportunity, he does not make any effort to leave. Unfortunately, after delaying to do so, I have not been able to tame the Prime Minister. Try as I might he is just far too skittish. Not even peanut could lure him to my open palm. I suppose he has every right to be afraid after all he's been through. That said, he has lived a fairly lonely life save for his ever-looming human house-mates. He has taken a liking to my quails, often trying to court them with coo and dance through the side of their enclosure, but I believe he would be far better off with another pigeon as a mate. At this point, I am tentatively seeking a companion for him, although I am not sure how pigeon dynamics work. I would hate for him to be harassed or ignored by a healthy bird (I might wind up with two lonely birds, in that case), and thus far kijiji ads seeking disabled pigeons have got me no useful responses. Go figure!