9.8.16 – The pigeon I took in last night was alive this morning. I’m calling her Polly though I don’t know her sex of course. She took a drink from the little glass, and I hand fed her six peanuts to give her a boost, before putting her in the day part of the hospital, with a pot of grains, while I fed the flock. She didn’t attempt to eat, so after a while I hand fed her the same amount I feed Cloud – which is 30 grains/peas (the larger ones, not the tiny ones) twice a day.
The wound on her wing had dried and looked superficial, but she obviously has more wrong with her. I could take her to the wildlife aid, but in my experience all they do with yet another feral pigeon is put it down, so not worth my time. I will do my best for her myself. My 3 day rule applies – I have found that if a pigeon lives 3 days after I have picked them up with illness or injury they often survive.
In the hospital it is a bit dark and gloomy as the tree of paradise is so big, so I moved her to the rickety old hutch on the patio near the cottage to be in the morning sun.
It’s a perfectly safe place for her to be, but by about 11.30am the sun had moved so I decided to see how she was by taking her out on to a towel on the lawn. She moved away from my lap by using her wings as feet.
When I first went into the aviary to see about Polly’s arrangements, Pascal was taking in a bath. I was so pleased because this is a private bath just for the aviary birds. After a while, Pan obviously thought he was taking too long, so he hurried him out of it, and I picked him up to go outside in the sun for a bit to dry.
10.8.16 – Day 2 for Polly but I don’t think she will make it as the other foot is curled up now. Her poops are rather runny too. All I can do is make her comfortable, and give her food and water. She spent some time in the sunny afternoon sitting in an old cat basket on the lawn watching the other pigeons – of course while I was around to make sure she was safe.
11.8.16 – The start of Day 3 for Polly and she is still with us. When I had her for feeding today, she picked up a few grains that had spilt on my lap, and fed herself which I thought was a breakthrough and quite promising. I don’t really know what to do with her, as a pigeon that can’t fly is one thing, but a pigeon that can’t walk – well what kind of life does it have? But it is still early days and I will see how things go.
Montgomery and Mariette are two weeks old today and Chino has laid the first of the new eggs. Luckily all the old babies have moved out or we would be running out of space! That is Bronte and Darcy, and Avery and Evageline have moved out, but the first babies, Pascal and Primrose are living in the area below the shelf, but above Cloud, in the aviary. In the last day or so I realised that they were taking turns on their ‘nest’ – how sweet I thought, playing mummies and daddies. But this morning, when neither were on it, I saw two eggs! I was very surprised as these two are only four and a half months old, so very young indeed. I have no hope whatsoever for these eggs - Pascal and Primrose are too young, they are siblings and Pascal is deformed. I have never even seen them mate! Certainly no sticks were gathered. Whatever happens, I don’t mind, we are not a pigeon loft or racing, and we will just take what God gives us. The book says that pairing a parent to off-spring is ok and called line breeding, but pairing siblings is in-breeding and not recommended. I totally get this but of course I didn’t actually put them together, they have always been close and have made these arrangements themselves – though I did put the nest pan there. Primrose can fly and could’ve left the aviary like Darcy and Bronte, and Avery and Evangeline, whenever she wanted to. I couldn’t take a photo of the nest as it is in such an awkward place.
Above, Darcy on the roof, and below, Evangeline
Below, Bronte (Darcy's sibling) on the grass
12.8.16 – Day 4 for Polly and it looks like she will survive. I have decided to let her feed herself, when the others are feeding, and just top her up afterwards with a few grains. She has also now started to preen herself – must keep up appearances she says!
Yesterday afternoon my son in law texted me. There were pigeons in the warehouse where he works and the powers that be wanted them out, full stop – but there was a nest and the other guys were intending to destroy the babies. My SIL (son in law) has a soft heart, and he thought I might take them, and of course I said I would. I told him to put them in a box and keep them warm til I could get over in the evening. I had to tell hubby a porky-pie as you know how he feels about me taking in even more pigeons, so I pretended I was visiting a friend. As I drove over to see my daughter and SIL, I was praying that the babies would be old enough to rear. I had taken all the stuff I would need with me having put it in the car before hubby came home from work! – box with hay, little shot glass for giving drink, grains, plus the baby food Kaytee mix, and equipment which I hoped I wouldn’t have to use, as it is not easy for me to feed little baby pigeons.
Thankfully the babies looked to me about two weeks old – pretty well fully feathered and alert. Poor little things, their parents will be chased away from the warehouse (or worse) and their lives have taken a dramatic change. But they WOULD have been destroyed – by the time SIL had texted me in his lunch break and come back, the other guys had, he said ‘put the babies outside’. Now I don’t know if that means in the nest, or just put them out loose ……but anyway SIL then took over and rescued them. I didn't want to know all the horrible details.The babies were nice and warm so I was able to give them a feed, and encourage them to drink from the shot glass. SIL had put them in a pet carrier sitting on an old fleecey top, and when I got home I snuck into the garden carrying it, intending to put them in the aviary. Hubby had already gone to bed, so no probs, and I left them there for the night.
|Baby pigeons rescued from warehouse - would've been destroyed|
I realise of course that rescues like Polly and the babies should not really be put with my other birds in case they are carrying disease, but I have only so much space, facilities, time etc. When I picked Cissie up (Pan’s mother, now dead) it was obvious she had paramyxovirus so I isolated her for 6 weeks.
I am writing this in real time 9.00am and from the house I could hear babies squeaking – I didn’t know if it was Monty and Mariette or the new two. I went out and found it was the new babies – they could see Pan from their box and hoped he was daddy coming to feed them. I put some grain down and Pan started eating it, but when I opened their crate he did enter their box but just pecked at them and obviously wasn’t going to take over as a foster dad. It would be nice to think that Cloud would foster them, but she is not really capable of feeding babies – I don’t think. So there is no-one except Polly, who is injured and can’t be expected to do such a thing. Looks like I will be Grandma Dove again for a while!
Today Polly was in the wicker basket on the lawn under the buddleia, seeming pretty content, but when I checked her again, she wasn’t there!......... A quick look round and I found her near the flower bed next to the aviary.
Below, Cloud sunbathing in what I call the 'vitamin walk'. I was going to plant flowers in the strip in front of the aviary, but decided against it, and now sprinkle grit, pigeon conditioner and the pink grit-like vitamins in it for the pigeons.
Sat. 13.8.16 – Polly came out of her basket again this afternoon (though I had blocked the narrow passage to the back of the aviary). A male saw her and thought she was crouching for mating, and other birds got interested in her food, so I had to block her in her basket in the end.
The state of her injuries now.
Her feet get covered in poop and have to be washed or it sets like concrete
Pascal and Primrose seem to take fair turns on their eggs, but sometimes I see them both off together – but well, what can I do?
Sun 14.8.16 – This afternoon I was sitting on a rug sorting some toys in the sunshine with Polly sitting in her wicker basket near me. Hubby came out ‘She looks happy enough’ he commented. But, we didn’t know that Polly was plotting! Minutes after that, she moved out of the basket and flew to the roof! Goodness! – I truly didn’t think she would be able to fly only 6 days after her injury. She immediately attracted male attention – and I took a couple of photos, but then seemed to settle down on her own.
After a while, when I checked, I couldn’t see her anymore and of course started worrying. This was about 2pm. As the afternoon drew into early evening, I went round the back of the old mill (now offices) near us, and thrashed through the flower beds, but no Polly.Eventually at nearly 7pm I discovered her on the gutter of the roof of the cottage – I scrambled up on the coal bin, with the net, and knowing I had only one chance to get it right, I brought the net down on her and dragged her towards me. Hardly good for her injury, but better than staying on the roof all night to be spotted by the hawk in the morning. Silly Polly! As we descended from the coal bunker, I banged and turned my ankle but better that too, than a bad night for me worrying about Polly. I have got very fond of her! So she was given a drink and put in her crate in the conservatory with a pot of food, til I transferred her a bit later into the ‘hospital’ (old hutch) for the night. So that was todays little drama.
Montgomery (back) and Mariette
Evening -I have now had Perseus and Andromeda for four days, and I weighed them this morning. Andi weighed the same – 155g and Percy had lost weight – down from 222g to 217g. Not good, as both should’ve put on weight I would’ve thought but on the other hand both are still alive, eat their food, drink out of the shot glass, and do their poops – plus they squeak and walk about a bit, so seem to do what they should for their age.
Tuesday 16th Aug 16 – This afternoon, as the weather is so nice and sunny, I planned to take Perseus and Andromeda out on to a rug on the lawn for a little bit, to see the flock. I remember doing this last year with Pan and Tink. I was looking forward to it all morning, as I love to spend time with my little rescued ones. First I put Polly out in her wicker basket, and as always she seemed content. One of her feet has uncurled, and she can now stand on it – but she mostly sits. The babies sat in a makeshift towel nest or in my hat, and watched the grown-ups!
Above, baby Andromeda - Below, the white dove is Lottie, Appoline's mum
And here's Perseus looking doubtful
Thursday 18.8.16 -Monty and Mariette now often come out of their box onto the shelf, or into the box opposite. They are getting big now – even tall – but still babyish looking at 3 weeks old. I took them out of the aviary in a basket this morning and ringed them – Monty who has light brown plumage with Light Green Left leg and Dark Green Right (I don’t like using two rings as I think rings are a bit of a handicap but am running out of colours/combos) and Mariette who has light grey plumage with Blue Left leg. I weighed Monty and he is 350g – looking back at old weights I see he is nearly the biggest ever at his age, with only Bronte being bigger (though now Bronte doesn't seem particularly large)
Polly now goes on top of the hospital hutch in her wicker basket in the afternoons - but when the other pigeons start hassling her I have to put her back in the aviary.
Below, Robin, my former patient, now fully recovered
To be cont....