Last week there was an incident in my driveway.
A hawk chased a pigeon there for dinner. I knew because suddenly, a dozen angry crows descended on the scene to beat up the hawk (apparently crows vs. hawks is a thing). It was so incredibly loud, soon half of our neighbors were outside investigating.
Mr. Hawk flew the coop, but left behind was an injured pigeon, lying in my driveway.
There was a sigh of relief when the pigeon fluttered up onto my neighbor’s porch - she was still alive. The owner’s of the house were on vacation and the porch covered and safe, so it felt like a good situation, all things considered. My daughter named her Kitty -- the name she [now 24] has given all animals since she was a peanut.
After the hullabaloo had settled, the neighbors disappeared, but I couldn’t just leave Kitty in dire straits. After some research, I discovered none of the rescue societies take bird pigeons. Undeterred I started to Google instructions on how to feed, water and care for her, in addition to posting on the NextDoor app, just in case a neighbor close-by might be a bird lover and know more what to do. I got a few supportive responses of “good luck!”, but no one that knew exactly what to do.
I texted a few neighbors who had seen Kitty’s near-demise an update and my husband made a little bed in a box and created a little “pigeon care package” of some electrolyte water and a handful of blueberries and sunflower seeds in case she needed food through the night. One neighbor texted back “you know that she’s a damn pigeon, right?” — but our hearts still wanted to see Kitty pull through. We couldn’t see anything desperately wrong with Kitty as we got her settled into box-bed and went to bed ourselves.
In the morning one of our neighbors let us know Kitty had flown to the top of the door on the neighbors house, but when we went over to check it out -- KITTY WAS GONE!
Though we have no idea what happened to her, we have collectively decided we were going to think positively and imagine Kitty is back to her own bird community. She just needed to chill for a minute, eat a blueberry, and then rise up and keep on keepin’ on after a moment of tragedy.
Yet, throughout the day - and even two days later - I’ve been getting messages from people asking about Kitty and how she is doing. One of the first people who checked on her? Yep - “she’s a damn pigeon” guy. Pretty adorable really.
One person, who I’ve never even met, checked in twice - so I recounted the whole story for him and shared how I think Kitty is living happily ever after. I got this message back:
Everyone needs a little ray of hope.
And we all need support from our community; even pigeons.