sandeyeBawwab has gone.
February 27th 2008 19:27
Recently, I took a photo of Bawwab and husband perched upon our door top.
For two days, Bawwab was feeling poorly. I was not certain if it was just the weather, which has been alternating between humid heatwave and stormy downpour, if she was sick, or if she had been poisoned in much the same way as that which led to Fluffy's death last year. I took a photo of Bawwab and her husband perched on the bins outside my room.
Later on, she sat on the kitchen sill outside, leaning upon the window. I began to get concerned and keep an eye on her.
Bawwab was standing alone on the ground, uncaring. Her husband chased the others away, and worried about her. I caught her in a cardboard box and brought her inside overnight. I did not like to think of her sitting there and encountering a neighborhood cat! It was a very windy night, so I am glad I brought her indoors.
Howling winds and lashing rains greeted me the next morning. Bawwab had stiffness, and raising her foot to scratch, wiggled it in the air unsuccessfully. I kept her indoors, safe in peaceful surroundings. Outside the flock would have pestered her. We communicated sufficiently - when she needed to go outside to wash her beak or feet in the water tub, she stood at the door like a dog wishing to go for a walk. I let her out and tried to guard her from the other birds. She spent most of the next night on the curtain rail.
Bawwab managed to scratch her face that night - her stiffness must have healed. Maybe she was getting better?
Bawwab spent a second night indoors. She wanted to look outside for a little while, very early in the morning - just sitting on top the door step. I was wondering if she was just checking up on hubby, taking a last look, or enjoying nature before the dawn of the flock and the peace of indoors. Then she walked back and sat in the box, then ran round the entryway as if one leg was stiff. She then half ran and half flew into my bedroom, so I brought her box in, in which she spent the rest of the night, squeaking beside my bed.
She went outside after dawn, but the guys chased her - attempted rape! Bawwab flew up onto the roof. After I had showered, I found her sitting in the front porch, so opened the door, and she walked right through the house to familiar territory, uncscared. Later, she went out for another foot and mouth wash in the tub, never to return. This time, the three white pigeons chased her over the roof next door - but she never came home. I have not seen her since.
Her husband walked into our house, looking for her last night - thinking she must still be indoors as he could not find her outside. But bawwab has gone - we have lost another pigeon.
For two days, Bawwab was feeling poorly. I was not certain if it was just the weather, which has been alternating between humid heatwave and stormy downpour, if she was sick, or if she had been poisoned in much the same way as that which led to Fluffy's death last year. I took a photo of Bawwab and her husband perched on the bins outside my room.
Bawwab was standing alone on the ground, uncaring. Her husband chased the others away, and worried about her. I caught her in a cardboard box and brought her inside overnight. I did not like to think of her sitting there and encountering a neighborhood cat! It was a very windy night, so I am glad I brought her indoors.
Bawwab managed to scratch her face that night - her stiffness must have healed. Maybe she was getting better?
Bawwab spent a second night indoors. She wanted to look outside for a little while, very early in the morning - just sitting on top the door step. I was wondering if she was just checking up on hubby, taking a last look, or enjoying nature before the dawn of the flock and the peace of indoors. Then she walked back and sat in the box, then ran round the entryway as if one leg was stiff. She then half ran and half flew into my bedroom, so I brought her box in, in which she spent the rest of the night, squeaking beside my bed.
She went outside after dawn, but the guys chased her - attempted rape! Bawwab flew up onto the roof. After I had showered, I found her sitting in the front porch, so opened the door, and she walked right through the house to familiar territory, uncscared. Later, she went out for another foot and mouth wash in the tub, never to return. This time, the three white pigeons chased her over the roof next door - but she never came home. I have not seen her since.
Her husband walked into our house, looking for her last night - thinking she must still be indoors as he could not find her outside. But bawwab has gone - we have lost another pigeon.
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