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Anonymous
We found a pigeon that was being attacked by a dog. We rescued it, of coruse, then put it in a spare bird cage and nursed it back to health.
Named him Walter, and ineed it was a male.
The only problem with it was its wing, which soon got better, so we tried to let it go... bit it never wanted to leave. We even left it outside, on the porch, when we left the house, but he would always be there when we returned home.
He became very friendly with the cat and the dog, and they would play together and follow each other in a large to small arrangement, it was pretty funny and cute to see. Walter could fly then, but he still stayed right by us, even though now we just let him live in the back yard. He grew up to be big and beautiful.
Then we put up a pigeon feeder in the back yard, and several days later there was a long line of at least nine female pidgeons sitting on the fence, just staring and watching Walter as he strutted in front of them. The next day he was gone, but ever since there has always been about a billion pigeons on the houses around us, and we've seen Walter around several times, including when he stayed in front of the house the entire day one Christmas.
Yeah, he was an awesome bird.
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