Image via Wikipedia I had a fascinating experience over the weekend. On Thursday night I found a young pigeon, full-feathered but not quite adult, sitting on the pavement. She or he didn’t fly away as I walked close by, and I thought, “that’s strange” but continued on my way. Twenty minutes later the bird was still there as I made my way home from the shops. I approached, it allowed me to pick it up and I took it home. There were no parents around, watching the youngster from above, and if there had been I’d have left well alone. But [...]
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