I was working on my motorcycle in front of my house today when I heard a loud crash. I looked up and saw a pigeon flopping around on the sidewalk. It’s wing was obviously broken.
“Shit! Now I have to kill the thing,” I thought to myself.
I do my best to keep the number of small [...]
[Part 1: Bird in Hand]
Yesterday morning I checked in on Hindenburg and saw that he had halfway pulled off his bandage and his wing was now held at an unnatural angle.
I felt bad about subjecting him to more stress, but I figured a whole bunch of stress is better than being dead so I re-wrapped [...]
[Part 2: Sitting Pigeon-Toed at a Diamond Commode]
Hindenburg will never fly again. His wing never healed correctly (or even remotely at a normal angle). He did eventually calm down and is less freaked out about being around me.
I found myself in a quandary: I went through all the effort, and Hindenburg went through all the [...]
