I walked down the street and than turned right. A man was trying to catch something into a box. What is it? a puppy, a kitten, squirrel, or a rat? He was successful and closed a lid on the box. Around, on the ground, were feathers. I asked: "What do you have in your box?" Inside the box was white and grey pigeon with pink beak. "He has broken wing. He was on the street heading for the road. Something would run over him." "It is a beautiful pigeon." The pigeon was looking at us, but didn't try to escape. "They are many sparrows on those trees. They are aggressive and this is what they have done to him." "What are you going to do with him?" "His wing has to heal." "There is an animal clinic tonight on Pearl Street. They are giving rabies shots. They might look at him." I do not know the end of the story, but I am sure the man did everything to save the pigeon.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 6/6/2011
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