What Happened to the Christmas Dove? A Tale of Survival and Compassion

[hypatia]

Great update. She does look like she is healing perfectly.

 

[OmCheeto]

Great update. She does look like she is healing perfectly.

Yes. I think she's healed.

I properly named Birdie this morning. Her full name is Bianca Megon Birdetta Johannson. Megon is an acronym of the lady that passed away at work. I'll refer to her as Megon from now on instead of "that dead lady".
Birdetta, because there is a lady at work who's name is Berdetta and everyone calls her birdy. Johansonn, because Megon was always bragging about being Fin-Swede. Yesterday, I ran into a Fin-Swede acquaintance and told him the story about her needing a good Fin-Swede name. He said use mine. Great! Then I mentioned that I might one day have to let her go. He laughed and said the bird had found a sucker. I'd feed her and she'd sh** all over my house until she died. Hmmmph. We'll see, I said.

Anyways, this morning, Birdy was acting a bit odd. She was sitting in the front window pecking at the glass. That was new. Perhaps she was telling me it was time. The weather today was forecast to be in the mid 50's, sunny, and calm. So I opened the door. It took her only about a minute to fly out of the house. She was really polite and waited for me to go in and get my camera so I could take a couple of final pictures.

After two snaps from two different angles, she was off.

She must be a homing pigeon, as she made circles around the house that got progressively larger and progressively higher.

It took her less than a minute to totally disappear.


That was quick.

Perhaps she'll stop back some day.

I left food and water in both the front and back yards just in case she was only thinking of being away for a short trip. But I had to go to work.

Funny. One thing that Megon used to say was:

Fish got to swim. Birds got to fly.

The end​

 

[binzing]

Cool!

We rehabed a chickadee once and later that winter I remember seeing this one chickadee on a branch about 5 feet away from me and it didn't seem scared at all, I think it was the same one. I'll bet you she stops by...Or else comes back this tomorrow, lol.

 

[lisab]

Om, what a beautiful thing you did! Thank you so much for including us in this little adventure...what a terrific story.

I hope she comes back and visits you at least once.

 

[OmCheeto]

Om, what a beautiful thing you did! Thank you so much for including us in this little adventure...what a terrific story.

I hope she comes back and visits you at least once.

Maybe one of her kids will stop by some day.
Every time I see a bird now I think of her.

It was quite the adventure having her. A little song started playing in my head when I got home, and she wasn't there to greet me. All I could think about was cleaning up all the little droppings she left for me.

"Birdy, the Christmas poo, she'll poop on you and she'll poop on you. Fly away and what d'ya say...? Mmmmm. kay? Birdy, the christmas poo, she'll poop on you and she'll poop on you..."

We rehabed a chickadee once and later that winter I remember seeing this one chickadee on a branch about 5 feet away from me and it didn't seem scared at all, I think it was the same one. I'll bet you she stops by...Or else comes back this tomorrow, lol.

Speaking of rehab, Megon's son used to accuse her smoking crack back when he was about 10 years old. He's 30 something by now, with little squabs of his own.

But just to finish up the mystical side of the story. Last week a mouse showed up in my house. I haven't had a mouse in my house in about 10 years. Last Sunday, I caught the mouse eating the bird seed from Birdy's dish.

Megon used to have pet rats. Birdy had a pet mouse.

Weird.

 

[hypatia]

Lol, the words out. Three hots and a cot at Om's house!

 

[OmCheeto]

Lol, the words out. Three hots and a cot at Om's house!

It only gets worse.

Megon once gave me a pet baby rat. She loved rats, and kept them as pets.

I unfortunately had the same affinity for rats that I do of children. The rat seemed to sense it. Within two days I had a feral rat in my house. Within two months, given my proclivity for embellishment of rat story's, I was the center of attention at work. But that's an old story.

Today I found that Birdys gift of a pet mouse had turned into a whole family of pet mice. Apparently the mother mouse, which was the only mouse I was aware of, had seen me as a grouchy old diety and had tossed two of her children into the new condominium as a sacrifice. The previous(condominium) of which I had toasted in the woodstove the day after Birdy had gone home. (After shaking out the Mother mouse of course, and checking for mini-me mice's)

So now I have two mini-me mice's inside of my fishtank, sitting and greedily eating Birdy type food.

Yes Hypatia, the forest animals have found a sucker, and the house is open, with many a bed to fill.



Does anyone need/want a little mouse? or maybe two?

 

[OmCheeto]

Ahhh!

I put one of my old seashells in the tank thinking that the mice want to hide under it.
When later I went to look for them, I could see two little tails sticking out from the inside.
Of course when I turned on the light for a pic, both tails curled up and disappeared into the shell...

Anyone want some hermit-mice?

 

[binzing]

Thats awesome with the shell...

 

[tribdog]

Honestly though, how long until you stopped crying when you let the bird go? Its okay, you can tell us.

 

[OmCheeto]

Honestly though, how long until you stopped crying when you let the bird go? Its okay, you can tell us.

They were of course tears of joy. Not only had I successfully helped her to heal, I'd let her go home to her family. And without the help of the pigeon-911 people, who wanted to do the same thing. But after she was healed, they were going to put her into a pigeon shelter! I didn't re-contact them. I didn't want my Birdy living with a bunch of homeless, crack addicted, good for nothing pigeons. She was much to good for that. I could tell by her highly educated accent. I never once heard one coo out of her that sounded like pidgin pigeon.

...

And if you think that's bad, just be glad I only subjected the Sunday chat people to the following:

Birdie and I like to sit in the evening and listen to classical music. I even leave it on during the day when I go to work. My only concern is, that once I leave, the radio station will switch formats and start playing some of that raptor crap, and frighten my poor little birdie.

 

[hypatia]

I raised a baby Robin, Tweedy Bea Bird, she was very lovely. Tho its been some 20 years ago, I like to think her offspring come back to visit.

 

[fuzzyfelt]

I've looked after some birds too, some time ago. That was a lovely story, thanks Om.