These are not my pigeons
Today has been a day of pigeon drama. When I got to work early, one of the little ones was on the ground by the front door, looking stunned. I could see mama pigeon perched above watching him and I thought to myself, let nature take its course, Weasel. I found the other one had flown off (never to return, Wikipedia tells me).
About an hour later, when he hadn’t moved from the spot, I lost my nerve, brought him upstairs and put him back in the nest. After all, one of them was several days younger than the other, so perhaps this one was not quite ready.
Both mom and dad turned up to feed him, several times all morning. That in itself is unusual – we might see one of them, once, feeding the chicks. So I figured they were helping him build strength to try again. Which he didn’t seem at all inclined to do.
Until these two showed up.
These two are not the parents. They are totally different birds. I’ve never seen them before. They began to peck and pinch and kick the baby and make him squeak. I had never heard of any sort of bird community parenting – does it really take a village to raise a pigeon? – but I assumed they were encouraging him to fly off. Concerned aunties, maybe. It seemed awfully cruel, but I thought to myself, let nature take its course, Weasel.
The little one was ducking under the geraniums, squeaking and squirming and refusing to fly off and I lost my nerve again. Spooked them away.
I raised the blinds so they could see me better and waved at them. I shoo’d them off half a dozen times, at least. Eventually, they stopped coming back, though they did investigate the window box at the far left for a while (there are three).
You know what I think? I think they were trying to kick him out and steal that primo nesting spot. The internet won’t tell me if pigeons ever do that.
I’ve watched this little bird from egg to ugly mutant and I wasn’t about to see him harmed just as he was looking like a proper bird.
Things were stable when I left. Mom had been back to feed him again. He was stretching his legs and his wings and looking a lot more capable.
Thing is, I don’t work tomorrow. I will probably never know quite how this turns out. When I go in Thursday, there’s likely to be nothing to see, no matter what the outcome.
Except possibly a pigeon sitting on eggs again. They mate for life, return to the same nest and will hatch littl’uns over and over again, even in Winter, if the food supply is good.
I’m told oatmeal is good for them. Or rice.
Posted: June 28th, 2022 under animals, birds.
Comments: 4
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Comment from QuasiModo
Time: June 28, 2022, 9:20 pm
Pigeons also eat sunflower seeds and/or cracked corn as well. I put both down in our seed patch and they peck away at it but it’s hard to tell which they like to eat.
Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: June 29, 2022, 1:59 am
Bless you good woman.
Just because nature is a bitch doesn’t mean we have to help her.
Comment from S. Weasel
Time: June 29, 2022, 5:58 pm
Just a common or garden variety wuss, Durned.
Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: June 29, 2022, 10:35 pm
Me too.
Oh wait, can I say that?
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