Caught a Pigeon at the Alamo
Waddling around the San Antonio Festival was a pigeon with it’s feet gnarled by a thin red string that still connected his legs. Every few steps he took he’d fall over, and flounder his wings to keep balance. After a few failed attempts at nabbing him, he became distracted enough by a little girl throwing out bread for the birds that I scooped him up and we explained to the little girl and her mom that the bird was all tangled, and we weren’t scaring her birds. After securing his flapping wings, we looked at his feet, all puffy and grown over the string to the point of the skin looking like boils. I calmed him, while Andrew used his pocket knife to cut the thread in several places and we pulled out what we could. He flew up onto a concrete ledge after I put him down, and experimented with walking instead of waddling, after a squirrel with a big treasured nut scarred him, he seemed to get the idea. We left him preening, seated naturally, rather than ‘fallen over’. Wonder how long he’d had that string? Since he was young, since his skin was so grown over it? At least he’ll be able to walk now and not trip every third step. I love birds. A good way to remember the Alamo ; ) Sorry, couldn’t help myself there….