Well I was definately being laughed AT this morning when I went to the local hangout for coffee, and I would have laughed too had it not been me, I laughed at me later.
I went out to feed on my way to the Bayo, and lo and behold there were 5 dove trapped in the pen with Helena and Dan, one hanging there with his little toe wrapped in the netting and looking like he was about to die of humiliation.
I got the others out and then picked up the stuck dove who of course went nuts on me thinking I was looking at a snack! I was wearing a t-shirt with a flannel shirt over it since it was still in the 30's, and I got the brilliant idea to tuck the dove inside the flannel shirt against my side to keep it still so I could work it's toe free.
It took some wrangling but I got it in my shirt, and then it took another 15 minutes to get the bird loose because I had nothing on me to cut the stuff with, I had to untwist it, and work it over the swollen toe. Which I did finally get done. I turned it loose and it flew away without so much as a thank you.
I go on for coffee and I walk in talking with a friend and I go to take off my flannel shirt, it looked like a ripped open a feather pillow, little bitty grey dove feathers went everywhere! That bird must have been naked when it flew away. So of course now everyone is telling me I'm molting, shedding, feather-picking, you name it,, and of course three people ended up with feathers in their coffee, luckily none landed in the food.
It seems like everytime I moved feathers appeared from no where and fluttered to the floor around my chair.
A fellow who didn't see it I guess was walking to the cash register, looks down, and asks everyone who killed the dove for breakfast!