ButtonHoarder
Ich bin der knopfe
I think I need a pigeon now.I will share a little true story, about a Homing Pigeon. Animals usually always enrich our Iives, but some touch our hearts more than others. Some people in this world can't understand that. I have a loft with Pigeons, many are friendly & land on me. I don't hatch youngsters every year, but 2008 I gave a few couples some nest bowls & hatched some babies. When the baby Pigeons grow, they have fuzz, then pin feathers, then when the keratin coating is shed the feathers are normal. Several babies' feathers were growing in, and they were soon flapping wings & getting some lift, soon to be flying...but one was still just running around the loft floor, looking like a huge baby with pin feathers, & not real happy as some bullies were chasing her from the feeder as she tried to eat. When I picked her up and looked closer, I saw that her feathers were actually deformed. She would never be able to fly. She could not stay in the loft, she'd be chased & picked on relentlessly. In a loft scenario full of flying Pigeons, they all must be able to fly. Other than her feathering, she was in perfect health & sweet natured. So, I brought her indoors. I got her a few little doggie beds & pillows, & placed them in various spots. An eating, drinking, grit & bathing station, she had full run of the house. Her favorite pillow spot was in front of the sliding glass door so she could preen & sun herself, another was in the main room by the sofa & one under my dad's bed as she loved going under there, and one on top of my bed, as she slept on it all night. (Note...Pigeons are not big night poopers like Chickens are & when a healthy pigeon poops it is like a firm marble.). She would run to the sliding door pillow and plop herself down to watch me or my dad when we were outside doing yardwork. Sunny days, she'd take a bath in her bathbowl then preen & sit in the sun. Rainy & snowy days, she'd look outside a moment while standing on her pillow, then turn around & come back into the house to hunker down one of her other pillows, she didn't like bad weather either! If she wanted to visit & be picked up, she'd climb on top of your foot, coo & look up at you til she was picked up. If there was no foot available to jump on, she'd do a little dance cooing til you picked her up. She loved being hugged & kissed! She naturally looked for a magazine or newspaper to poop on, so in the bathroom she had her own designated newspaper for poo...I never attempted to "train" her, she did this on her own when I threw some junk mail on the floor once, so really, she taught me. My father lived with me, he really loved little TBird. I was glad he was home with her when I had to be away for work. When, he would come into the house he would say, "TBird, where are you?" And she would coo loudly to answer him! If you said "TBird come here", she'd come running. It was the most adorable sound hearing her little feet running to you as she coo'd. Dad watched TV in his bedroom & would scoop her up & she'd nestle down on his chest as he lay in bed. She would actually watch TV! She would coo when animals were on the screen. I can't tell you how many times I came home from work, tiptoed to dad's end of the house, peeked into his room to see both him & TBird fast asleep, her hunkered down on his chest, facing him. Once my dad was snoring loudly & TBird just stared at him, it was hilarious. When I was not well, she knew & spent alot of time nestled up against my face, very gently preening my hair & eyelashes & would softly coo when I opened my eyes to look at her. I can't even put into words the joy this little bird brought us, when we needed it the most. TBird was born spring 2008, my mom had cancer & passed Aug 2008 & my dad had fought cancer & had a stroke when mom passed, plus I had just fought cancer 2006 & had pneumonia, so TBird was truly a gift, a little featherball of love, she made us smile when we thought we'dnever smile again & was a bright spot of joy in our lives. I wish she could have lived as long as some of my other Pigeons, into their 20's, but she passed when she was 8 yrs old. Every molt was very difficult for her. She is missed so very much. Verizon lost 2,500 photos, irreplaceable. This is the only photo I was able to find of sweet TBird...nestled up to me when I was ill. She was truly an earthly Angel.