Last night while doing the evening farm chores, the dogs and I came across a pigeon that didn't fly away. My first thought was that Denny was going to devour it, being dinner time and all, but he didn't. Denny put his new herding training into practice and pushed the pigeon into a corner. The bird tried to fly but it couldn't seem to take off.
Since I can't leave a wounded animal to be attacked, I picked it up; cradled it and took it to the house. Years ago I found a raccoon in the woods behind my house. He had fallen from a tree. I wrapped him up and put him in the dog pen [dogs were inside] to recuperate. Not the smartest thing I've ever done, unfortunately not the dumbest either.
Before I made up the carriers for it and all of the animals were in the house,I put the pigeon down and tried to see if it call fly. I thought it might have just been stunned earlier. Unfortunately, it still couldn't take off but man, could it walk fast. So inside it came. (Wish I could tell if it is a he or a she.)
I bedded one of my cat carriers down with straw, gave it water and seed then put it in the bathroom where I could shut the door. Willow's retriever instincts kicked in and I knew she would be been staring at it all night long. Not the best way for a visitor to feel welcome.
Hopefully Pidge will be flying off soon to find her mate. It is Spring after all.