One day, I noticed that one of the wood pigeons who come to my garden looked sick and kept seeking my help (I know how this sounds, I’m very cynical about these sort of things but he kept coming to the patio, close to the house, which he never did before, and every time I went out to try and catch him he’d eventually get scared and fly away only to return back to my patio, again and again). Anyway, I caught the pigeon and took him to this Wildlife centre (the local vet who refused to help him suggested it). He had canker. I told the wildlife centre that I’d like to release him back in my garden when he got well. Eight weeks later they called me to go pick him up.
This was a couple of months ago.
Since then, he’s happy in my garden and got a bit fat. He also got married 😀. Here’s a photo taken 30 mins ago with pigeon and his wife. He’s the one in the bird bath ❤️.
I did make a donation to the centre, but I would have done so even if they couldn’t save fat pigeon. We took/take so much from animals so I want to give back whenever I can. I’ve asked all my friends to not buy me any birthday presents but to donate to this wildlife centre instead. It breaks my heart to think pigeon would have died a slow death if it wasn’t for them