When my doorbell rang mid-morning, I knew it was either my mum having forgotten her keys again, or a lady with a pigeon. It was the latter.
This was one of the ladies who feed the local feral flocks, we often come across each other and she knew I treated pigeons. She usually carries a small pair of scissors in her pocket, in case she comes across a string injury, but not today -- so she came here.
The pigeon was a beautiful blue bar, perfectly healthy and well-fed, but with a mess of plastic string tied around both legs and toes. Thanks to the lady's keen eye and quick action, he was caught before the string had cut into his toes, and in 20 minutes he was free of it and good to go, with no greater damage than a very slight indentation in two toes.
So I put the pigeon back in her arms and opened the window, and she looked the picture of happiness when she released him!
All the way through the lady had watched what I did with baited breath. She was surprised that there was an analgesic for pigeons, and slightly alarmed that he didn't move at all during the treatment, so I explained how it was due to being gently wrapped in a towel that covered his eyes, laid down on a super-comfy foam bed, carved just the right shape for the purpose, and with the head end higher than the feet, so he wouldn't be sick.
I had asked her many times to bring me any serious string injuries she found, rather than just cut off the string, but I suppose it's hard to trust a stranger!
I emphasised again the need for antibiotics, dressings and rest for birds with infected feet, and now she's been here and met my guests I hope she'll bring me more pidgies that need special care!