My parent's friends had to move away, and their daughter gave me her pigeon, because she couldn't take it with her, and she doesn't want to let it go free.
Anyways, I happily took it home, and settled it in a box. (Good thing I put it down in time, because as soon as I let go of my hands, there was a pile of poop on the layer of newspapers I placed in the box.) xDD
So, pigeon's new life of living in a box has began! (Or until I get a cage...)
This morning, I thought the air might be fresher outside, so I took the box outside. To prevent it from running off, I covered the opening. Leaving for the whole morning, I came back at around 2 or 3, and I went straight to the deck to check on the pigeon. It was doing good and all, but I thought it might be a bit hot for it to stay in the box, so I took it out. After feeding it, I moved the box onto the grass, under a tree to let it cool off, and I went back into the house.
(Now, just to clear some confusions, the pigeon's feathers were clipped, so it can't fly.)
I was getting myself a cup of juice, when my dad told me, "Hey look, there's a cat on the deck, and your pigeon!" I froze for a second, and out of curiosity, I looked out the screen door. I found my pigeon alright, but it wasn't exactly the scene I wanted to see. There it was, the cat, biting into the pigeon's wing, and was making a run for it. By the time I thrashed out of the door, the cat had already hopped over the fence. I chansed it out into the back alley, but lost sight of the cat near the base of a fence. I looked around some, but couldn't find them anywhere. There was an old man about 50 meters ahead, so I ran to him and asked ifhe had seen anything, but he havn't.
For a second there, I thought the cat has had my pigeon for supper. Some owner I turned out to be, only the first day and the pigeon's already gone. But while I was heading back to my house, I saw something move in the grass, and it looked about the same color as my pigeon! Running to it, I found the cat who had kidnapped my pigeon crouched in the grass. Chasing it away, and looked for my pigeon. My eyes weren't as sharp as my dad's, and I saw him bending and picked something up. Thank goodness, it was that poor bird alright. It's left wing was bitten by the bird, a bit of skin was ripped open.
Thank goodness, the bird was not eaten, or I would've cried my heart out xDD
Anyways, I happily took it home, and settled it in a box. (Good thing I put it down in time, because as soon as I let go of my hands, there was a pile of poop on the layer of newspapers I placed in the box.) xDD
So, pigeon's new life of living in a box has began! (Or until I get a cage...)
This morning, I thought the air might be fresher outside, so I took the box outside. To prevent it from running off, I covered the opening. Leaving for the whole morning, I came back at around 2 or 3, and I went straight to the deck to check on the pigeon. It was doing good and all, but I thought it might be a bit hot for it to stay in the box, so I took it out. After feeding it, I moved the box onto the grass, under a tree to let it cool off, and I went back into the house.
(Now, just to clear some confusions, the pigeon's feathers were clipped, so it can't fly.)
I was getting myself a cup of juice, when my dad told me, "Hey look, there's a cat on the deck, and your pigeon!" I froze for a second, and out of curiosity, I looked out the screen door. I found my pigeon alright, but it wasn't exactly the scene I wanted to see. There it was, the cat, biting into the pigeon's wing, and was making a run for it. By the time I thrashed out of the door, the cat had already hopped over the fence. I chansed it out into the back alley, but lost sight of the cat near the base of a fence. I looked around some, but couldn't find them anywhere. There was an old man about 50 meters ahead, so I ran to him and asked ifhe had seen anything, but he havn't.
For a second there, I thought the cat has had my pigeon for supper. Some owner I turned out to be, only the first day and the pigeon's already gone. But while I was heading back to my house, I saw something move in the grass, and it looked about the same color as my pigeon! Running to it, I found the cat who had kidnapped my pigeon crouched in the grass. Chasing it away, and looked for my pigeon. My eyes weren't as sharp as my dad's, and I saw him bending and picked something up. Thank goodness, it was that poor bird alright. It's left wing was bitten by the bird, a bit of skin was ripped open.
Thank goodness, the bird was not eaten, or I would've cried my heart out xDD
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