I have looked after them for about five years either as a result of caring for them due to injury or because they fell out of the nest too early.
Pigeons are much maligned birds. People go on about them being the rats of the sky and so on and while it is true that en masse they can be a tad overwhelming, in small groups they are actually quite lovely.
They are intelligent, cute and very Zen. They relate very well to people.
None of my pigeons carried disease or bugs.
On Saturday the school behind my house saw fit to eradicate their pigeon population of about 30 birds by putting out poison. The principal of the school knew that I, and two of my neighbours had birds which occasionally flew with the school population yet she chose not to inform us she was putting poison down. All of our birds were killed.
I had to take the body of my neighbour’s pigeon, Sweet Pea, to her and watch as her face crumpled. I had to see my dear old friend, Rita, staggering up the laneway trying to get back home so that I could help her and just not making it. I had to watch as she died.
Later that evening I found three dead cockatoos in the laneway as well as several crows and two mourning doves.
I still can’t believe it.
I don’t think I can live here anymore.
I don’t think I want to.
Farewell my dear feathered friends. Most people hate you but I loved you.
To dearest Rita, Digby, Scabo, Cutie McFeathers, Dopey and Lil Purty – I won’t ever forget you.
You taught me that the most beautiful spirits are the spirits of the air.
I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.
I’m so sorry.