For those that know the story about Virgil, you may remember that Cricket was a little feral female rescue, with a wing injury that prevented her from flying, and therefore made her unreleasable. We had Cricket in our loft for about a year and a half, maybe a bit more. She wasn't mated, and stayed pretty much by herself. She took over a nest box, gathered her own straw, and fended for herself. Most of my birds eventually found mates, but poor little Cricket remained alone, until Virgil, a little feral male rescue, with a wing amputation was actually flown from Oregon to Massachusetts where we live. They are pretty much perfect for each other, as both have only one good wing. They are a pair now, and after so long of watching her alone and feeling so bad for her, I can hardly contain myself when I watch him gathering nesting materials and gently passing them to her. Or seeing them snuggling in their box. Or Virgil sitting on their eggs, so that she can get out and stretch her legs, which she couldn't do before.
I too was very worried about Cricket, but Charis kept saying that the right bird would come along. So we waited and waited. And it's so much better than a male who can fly, because he isn't flying up to the highest box, and not understanding why she doesn't follow him. Don't worry. When the right one comes along, you will know it. And he will. Just be patient. There is always someone looking for a home for a rescue pigeon. She will be fine.
Wed Jul 07, 2010 9:41 am
