Last Sunday; that is, August 9, while driving, we saw a pigeon in the street. After avoiding hitting it, we got out of the car and took a look at it. It seemed to us that the pigeon could not fly. Thinking it might have got hurt, we made a box and took it into the car for fear that it might be hit by other cars. Then we started to look for a bird doctor. We finally found a vet in Shilin. The doctor said the pigeon had no wound in its legs or wings or bodies. He assumed that the pigeon might be too hungry or too tired to fly. The doctor gave us some medicine and suggested we feed it with boiled cereal. Then we took it home.
This photo shows the pigeon sitting in the box, looking tired.
Without any intention to keep it for long, we left the box top open so that it could fly home whenever it was ready. Then on Sunday evening we found some seed food for it.
Yesterday afternoon, I found it standing on the edge of the open box. I was exhilarated because it meant the pigeon had got back its energy.
This morning, the pigeon started to walk around the balcony. Then around noon Ray and I saw it on the flower bed, looking around. We didn't know when it had jumped up there. I got relieved. After two days' rest, it was ready to fly. Hurrying back to my room and grabbing the camera, I took these photos.
A little while later, without saying goodbye, it suddenly fluttered its wings and flew away. I had a mixed feeling of happiness and sadness. Happy because it finally got back to normal. Sad, over the departure.
Pigeon, may you live freely and happily ever after, but I miss you.
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