Once again, a less-than-full-grown bird has happened into our lives in need of help. The difference is, this one looks like it might have a chance of surviving.
My daughter found it – it’s a pigeon by the way – in the dirt under the overpass near my work. It didn’t make any move to get up or escape, so she thought it might be hurt. She had part of a shirt she’d been taking apart with her, so she used it to pick it up and bring it to me. I borrowed a carrier from work and brought it home.
I took him home. I took him out of the carrier and took a good look at him. He seems fine – doesn’t have any asymmetry or anything like he’s broken a wing, doesn’t fight or struggle like anything hurts. He’s obviously uncomfortable at being handled, but I think being that young helped him adapt to the situation somewhat.
The thing is, his legs don’t seem to work. At all. They are just kind of there and floppy. He can push himself along the ground with his wings, and seems to be somewhat practiced at it, but the legs just drag behind. Otherwise, he seems fine. He’s eating, drinking, reacting to his surroundings; all the stuff a bird should be doing. Just can’t use those feet.
Time will tell how this turns out, but maybe…just maybe…this one will live.