The pigeon article yesterday (NY pigeons being netted for game shoots) was startling in syncronicity for me. There was a hurt pigeon in the parking lot on Wed. and Thurs., a still-slightly-fuzzy adolescent that couldn't walk right or fly. I couldn't tell what was wrong with it, but I hate seeing an animal sick or injured. It took me most of yesterday to find where I could take it, if I wanted to catch it/help it. I came prepared today, only, it's gone. Something must've gotten it in the night. RIP you dumb pigeon.
The Humane Society guy who I talked to about the growling barfing animal under the deck was annoyed with me for keeping water on my deck that wild animals could get to. He pointed out, in completely different words, that I was violating the Prime Directive by doing so.
It made me think more about my great bird experiment here in the industrial parking lot. I'm feeding lots of sparrows, some pigeons, and now two pair of mourning doves. I had dinner with my wildlife biologist friend and talked to her about it. She thinks it's just fine, and that especially I should do it during the winter, when food is hard to come by for birds. Also? we have thousands of migrant birds during the winter, because the winters are relatively mild. I didn't know that. I knew they came through, but not that so many stayed. All wild birds are covered by the Migrant Bird Act, too. She pointed out that the reason the sparrow in the tube that holds up the traffic light sounds so loud is because his/her voice is resonating in the tube a little bit. Duh!
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