The Pigeon
Well, I have a story that's rather interesting, but also a bit sad. Today, after I got home from school, I decided to go outside and throw a Frisbee around for a while. As I walked out to the lawn, though, an intriguing site stopped me. There lying in the walkway was a pigeon. It was barely moving, but I could see that it was still breathing. I slowly approached, trying not to scare it, but when it still didn't move, I prodded it a little. It moved around some, clearly putting a lot of effort forth, and even flapped its wings a few times to little avail. This proved that it was injured, but while it was moving I noticed that it had a blue band on its leg; not only was this an injured bird, it was a tagged bird.
About this time, mother arrived home from work, and I got her attention to come over. She carried it up onto the deck, and we tried to get it to drink some water, but failed at this. Then we went inside to call the Humane Society, which turned out not to be open. Next, we called the veterinarian's office. We were then told to contact a lady who works specifically with birds, who told us to log on the internet and look up the International Federation of Homing Pigeons. Using the code on the pigeon's tag: AU 2005 MED 0333, we discovered that the owner had registered his pigeon through the American Racing Pigeon Union, and belonged to a club out of Medford, Massachusetts. We called the club's number, and left a message, which was returned in about ten minutes. We gave him the code on the blue band, and he said he'd contact the owner.
Within an half hour, we were contacted by the pigeon's owner. When he learned where we were, he informed us that he's 81 years old, and doesn't have an automobile. We realized that this could be a problem, since he was calling us from Massachusetts. We asked if we should take him the veterinarian's office to get some medical attention, but he didn't seem to like that idea. He said that a hawk had probably gotten it, but didn't understand what it was doing so far north. Then with the conversation drawing to a close, he told us we could feed the pigeon bird seed, and that if he remembered, he'd call back in a week to check in on it. Clearly this bird doesn't mean to much too much to this man, so now we have an injured pigeon in our hands. Luckily it's drinking water and eating bird seed, but we aren't' exactly sure what to do with it.
How sad it is that the owner of this pigeon cares so little for it. On a happier note, the cat seems a kind of interested, but when I lifted her up to look at it, she acted a bit scared. What a silly cat, afraid of a pigeon, even though she hunts birds daily.
Peace,
Justin
About this time, mother arrived home from work, and I got her attention to come over. She carried it up onto the deck, and we tried to get it to drink some water, but failed at this. Then we went inside to call the Humane Society, which turned out not to be open. Next, we called the veterinarian's office. We were then told to contact a lady who works specifically with birds, who told us to log on the internet and look up the International Federation of Homing Pigeons. Using the code on the pigeon's tag: AU 2005 MED 0333, we discovered that the owner had registered his pigeon through the American Racing Pigeon Union, and belonged to a club out of Medford, Massachusetts. We called the club's number, and left a message, which was returned in about ten minutes. We gave him the code on the blue band, and he said he'd contact the owner.
Within an half hour, we were contacted by the pigeon's owner. When he learned where we were, he informed us that he's 81 years old, and doesn't have an automobile. We realized that this could be a problem, since he was calling us from Massachusetts. We asked if we should take him the veterinarian's office to get some medical attention, but he didn't seem to like that idea. He said that a hawk had probably gotten it, but didn't understand what it was doing so far north. Then with the conversation drawing to a close, he told us we could feed the pigeon bird seed, and that if he remembered, he'd call back in a week to check in on it. Clearly this bird doesn't mean to much too much to this man, so now we have an injured pigeon in our hands. Luckily it's drinking water and eating bird seed, but we aren't' exactly sure what to do with it.
How sad it is that the owner of this pigeon cares so little for it. On a happier note, the cat seems a kind of interested, but when I lifted her up to look at it, she acted a bit scared. What a silly cat, afraid of a pigeon, even though she hunts birds daily.
Peace,
Justin
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