Since we are on the topic of birds still, let me tell you of a rather sad incident today. A couple of dasy back, we had adopted a bird. A small pigeion variety, i guess, all brown, n with blackish tinges on feathers, n neck. It wasnt able toi move, or fly, n just hopped around in our patio, even with all our moving around. We managed to get hold of it, n lkept it ina amkeshift box, with food( bird seed) n water. Repeated checks at regular intervals showed that some water had been drunk, n bird seed scattered around. The bird nestled in my husbands palms ashe caressed its head, n wings, trying to find out wjhat had prevented it from flying. If we had left it in the open, either the cat wud have pounced on it, n finished it off, or the other adult, stronger pigeons, wud have sat on it, one top of the other, n pecked it to death...while pecking away at the bird feeder. So, well, it came into is makeshift cardboard box, n just fluffed up its featers like it was cold, n slept off. It also had a tendency to roll over to the right side, as f it couldnt bear to stand on its feet. A casual examination of teh feet didnt reveal anything mysterious. It was able to grasp our fingers, n stand up, but put it in the box, n it promptly rolled to its right.
However, this afternoon, my husband fed it a few drops of water, through straw...since it hadnt eaten anything at all. It actually drank, sipped, i shud say, three straw fuls of water. And in the evening, after we came back from shoppin confrmed that the bird was no more. Really sad. no apparent injuries, heart beat was steady, no injured feet, n it died.
We found the bird had breeathed its last. we were saddened by the loss.
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