My husband, stepson and I moved into this area about 2 years ago, and since then we’ve really have done a lot of work to this little house and by cleaning up this old house we’ve met everyone in the neighborhood. And so when the next door ladies dog went after a Hawk that had landed in her yard she was real surprised when the Hawk took off leaving a young King pigeon behind with a broken wing and a puncture wound into his breast she gave my husband a call and asked him what she should do, the little pigeon and crawled into her wood pile and wasn’t coming out. He gave me a call and I told him I would be right home to help out. When I got home I went into the house to get my heavy gloves, I hadn’t seen the bird myself so I wasn’t taking any chances sticking my hand into a hole. Well even before I got back outside Mrs. Seetermyer was at the door with this poor bird. I got the first aid kit out and started to see what the problem was. Well I got the bleeding to quit and saw it was more then I could handle so we decided to take him to the vet. They didn’t give me much hope for the bird, but did bandage his wing up, told me to leave it on for at least a month and to keep him warm with food and water. When I asked about a pigeon rescue in the area they look at me like I was asking for a ticket to the moon. So I brought the little bird home with his bright blue bandage. For several days he just sat in the corner of his cage, and when ever he would try to walk he would fall over.
I was really beginning to have my doubts about him making it. My husband kept telling me to give him time and do you know what he was right. On the fourth day he decide that he was tired of just sitting and just kept working to get his balance and then all at once he figured it out and hasn’t stopped since.
Well the month mark came before we knew it, and as I cut the bandage off I knew the wing hadn’t set right, but it was usable and Seagull was very happy to have his wing back. But I knew there wouldn’t be no returning to the wild for him. So I started thinking about building a loft, but wanted something a bit different then the other lofts I have had.
Then my son made a comment to me about me playing with my bird like he was a doll, so I thought why not make him a dollhouse. And then the plan for the loft came alive.
A three story house, with three regular size rooms and a master room on the second floor.
(for nesting) On the first floor is the kitchen and dinning room, each there own room, with real kitchen tiles for easy clean up.( and let me tell you how nice they work) Then the third floor, the living room. While there isn’t a TV or carpet in the front room there is a viewing window on the back wall,
and side doors that open to allow the birds to come out and be petted and to jump onto my shoulder. And mirrors and toys to play with. Also a rock/gravel area that seems to be Seagulls favorite place to sit in. Maybe he is waiting for a mate to hang out in one of the bedrooms, who knows but I know he likes the rock area the best.
And that is how Seagull became my friend
You will notice a brown spot on his wing, that is where the Hawk punctured him, I hope someday that it will become white but if not he will always have the Hawk badge. This photo was taken when I was working on the loft/house. Seagull was very involved in the building of his new dive.
Thu Oct 01, 2009 8:15 pm
What a wonderful story! 
for sharing Seagull's story with is, Effa. I am so glad your paths crossed. 
