After leaving work today, I found this pigeon huddled in the entryway of a vacant storefront. I immediately could tell from its positioning and rigid stance that it had been there a very long time and that it was probably injured. Upon closer look, I could see that its wing had some blood on it and was possibly broken...
I still regularly think about the pigeon I was unable to save last year, and there was no way I was going to leave this pigeon alone. It is so cold out and it couldn't get itself off the freezing ground. The pigeon was so sweet and trusting, and was very alert and awake, so I was hoping it could easily be mended in the right hands.
I called the Animal Rescue League of Boston (I once put all the Boston Animal help numbers in my phone. I'm so glad I did!), and someone came within 20 minutes. The man who came was so kind. He lifted the pigeon's wing and the wound was a lot bigger than I would have imagined (he said it had probably been clipped by a hawk or falcon), but he said the injury was new and the pigeon was strong and will most likely be okay. He brought it back to ARL and it's being transferred to a place that specializes in wild life rescue in the morning. I'm just so happy to know it's at least in a warm place for the night.
In a weird way, this has eased the regrets I have felt since last fall regarding my first pigeon.
I love animals so much. They are truly one of the main sources of joy in my life. They're so innocent. I feel like it's the least I can do to do my best to look out for them.
I just want to say a very heartfelt thank you to the Animal Rescue League for taking in this pigeon. I think it's amazing that you come out and pick up animals for those of us who don't have means of getting them to you.