Pigeon Tales

July 18, 2009

A black Day again – we lost our second Baby Pigeon – Wally!

Filed under: birds,documentary,photos,PIGEON,pigeon babies,sad,squeaker,THE FAMILY,Wally — pigeonwriter @ 10:13 am

From the

Diary as of 9/6/09

My heart is aching – WALLY IS ALSO DEAD – he had to be euthanized this morning after he fell out of the nest and apparently damaged his little brain. After calling animal emergency the vet said nothing could be done for him any more and he took him away. The sweetest of all is gone.

I am totally paralyzed. My little darling pigeon is dead. What could I have done? Did I do something wrong? Could he have been saved? The vet was saying something about PMV – the Paramyxovirus but this is bloody nonsense – not within 2 hours.  It is so unfair. I am terribly sad. First Randy and now my sweet Wally. I am crying for these little fellows. I cannot help…

I  did photograph him this morning when he sat on the little platform in front of the nest and 2 hours later – while I was doing laundry – he suddenly lay on the floor on the side and could not stand up any more. So I really cannot tell what had happened. Maybe he banged his little head badly and injured his brain. Even if he could not fly yet – the height was not so big – less than 1 m –  so that he should have survived the fall by flapping his wings. Very strange.

It was simply terrible seeing him moving in cramps in circles. He apparently had lost his orientation completely. I tried to stabilize him, tried to find out whether he had displaced a vertebra but I could not feel anything – but then I am not a doctor.

He could not hold up his head any more. And he cheeped helplessly all the time. Emma and Pete stood beside him, looking at me as if they wanted to say “help him please, help him”.  Emma made strange noises – she really seemed to suffer from the view of her little one. It was so awful. I took the little fellow into my hand and wrapped a little towel around him, put him in a box and covered his little body to calm him down. But he screamed from time to time – maybe he had bad pains. I called the emergency vet immediately – you know the rest of the story. I am devastated.

These are the last pics I shot from Wally on the very same day, 2 hours earlier – he truly does not look sick – does he? I am terribly sad.








  1. I was so saddened to here of your losses. Wally was maturing into a beautiful bird. Please try and accept that sometimes things happen that are beyond our control. Much the same heartache happend to me last July 10th, 2008. It is my hope that in sharing what happened to me with you, you will know that someone outthere knows exactly what you are going through and cares….

    I had two farel pigeons who took to nesting on my balcony. Prior to this event, at very best I was indifferent to doves and never really took note of their truly wonderful nature and loving qualities, how much fun they can be to have around, how they enrich our lives and bring a feeling of peace and happiness to us, if we but look — and SEE! I had named them Danny Boy and Beloved, she was white, with a pale beige head, the most beautiful dove I had ever seen. And talk about a pair that were totally besotted in love, I have seen affection in the species since, but none comes close to these two, a true love story. Unfortunately, at the time, I knew nothing about doves, didn’t have the internet to do research and I guess I just figured if they had chosen my balcony to nest on, well, they would be okay. Beloved laid 2 eggs and was a very attentive future mom, and Danny, a fierce protector of her and the nest. There was a constant battle for the space on my balcony between Danny Boy and a big, mean banded pigeon, who looked like an Indian in full warpaint, with black circles around his eyes, black band on the neck and black speckles on an otherwise white body. He was real mean, I would say even crazy, so I named him Crazy Hawk. But Danny, though smaller, beat the crap out of him and drove him off. What a guy, no wonder Beloved dug Danny Boy, you’de see him protect her and keep her close at all times on the roof adjacent to our place. As time went on, the poop level was getting high, and I am a very clean person, so in my ignorance and good intentions I figured I would attempt to clean the nest for them and in the process I accidentally broke an egg, and the other one appeared to be cracked, which I think happened when Crazy Hawk battled there with Danny Boy and he may even have snuck in and pecked it to break it. Be that as it may, this upset Beloved terribly, and you could see the stress this created in both her and Danny Boy when they returned to sit on the eggs. I watched in heartache as they both looked saddly down at the one remaining “cracked” egg….there was a sad cooing noise being made. And I am not kidding you, it was like the life went out of them and they both sat down, more like collapsed, staring down at the floor in front of them. Then Beloved began “cooing” to Danny, lovingly pruning his head, seemed to be asking him something. She seemed to want to move. This was the first and only time I ever saw him mad at her, and he gently pecked at her, as if to say “no….no”. However, she kept up her gentle carresses, and slowly, Danny gave a last look at his old nesting site, and they flew off to a building close-by. They never tried to nest again on my balcony. They seemed to set a new nest-sight on the building they flew away to.

    Now, comes the real heartbreaker.

    On Wednesday, July 9th, 2008, Danny Boy and Beloved came to eat at my balcony, which they still would do. I watched as Beloved happily pecked at the seeds below my balcony window. I had to go away for 3 days, and my husband, who had grown just as fond as me on my doves, promised to keep them fed and watered in my absence. So, I went off to my convention. Funny how they (doves) can grow on us. I found myself thinking often of my doves, wondering how they were, if I would eventually see a baby produced as lovely as Beloved, even drew a picture of her on my notepad….couldn’t wait to get home and see her and Danny Boy again.

    Thursday afternoon, a terrible storm arose. I mean, it was like hell unleased with powerful winds, lightning, etc. After that storm–I never saw Beloved alive again….Danny Boy….Danny Boy – I can’t even describe his desperate grief, his frantic search for her. Even Crazy Hawk seemed to notice she was missing and followed Danny in his desperate search, not even battling with him anymore….then, after a week, Crazy Hawk looked at Danny Boy with such a sad look, as if to say “I am sorry. But she is truly gone….”

    Now, talk about cry. I have had my share of grief in my life, and have cried many tears, but I was totally and thoroughly ripped apart, I cried 24/7 for weeks. Can you imagine how I felt, comming home only to the realization that I will never see my Beloved again. To top that off Danny Boy sustained a large bump over his left eye, as if something had struck him as well in the storm, and he now seems blind in that eye. I went for days with my binoculars, searching the rooftops of adjacent buildings, looking for her. Crying uncontrollably when she was nowhere to be found. To this day, I believe that if I had left that nest alone, Beloved would still be alive. And Danny Boy–he seemed to blame me too, was angry, fled everytime he saw me.

    So, there you are. But back to you. Sorry it took so long to tell the story, but I hope it will lead to comfort.

    I wrote a poem to express my grief and to honor Beloved and I am submitting it to you. I hope you like it, and please talk to me. Let me know how things are with you now.


    They greet the morning
    Cooing softly…
    They soar the mountains,
    Their heart is joyful
    All the day
    It is their lot!
    It is their way!

    Oh, pretty one, who came a day
    To bask within the sunlights’ rays
    Whose beauteous form I ‘hapt to see
    While looking on in secrecy!

    Upon lithe wings so white, so fair
    Which softly bore thee through the air,
    You came to me to eat the seeds
    I offered forth, and then to leave.

    Your head–a beige, and velvet, too
    Did lend a look unique to you
    Who never pushed or pecked the crowd
    Just ate what seeds you were allowed…

    I watch you with your chosen love —
    (a pigeon, with his pretty love!)
    How tenderly you’de clean his face
    Together pruning from your place
    How necks, in love, would intertwine
    Both touched and warmed this heart of mine.

    I scarce could ‘ere forget the day
    You chose that spot nearby to stay
    And built a nest to raise the young
    As twigs of various lengths were brung
    Two lovebirds lab’ring on as one
    Until the setting of the sun!

    But then….
    From currents upward borne
    Arose a fierce and mightly storm!

    And now
    My pretty, gentle one…
    He waits for you — you do not come!
    My heart is breaking as I see
    How loyally he waits for thee!
    I watch him, grieving, all alone
    Looking! Searching! “Please come home!”
    But look
    And seach
    As we BOTH may….
    I fear that death bore thee away!…..

    They greet the morning
    They soar the mountains,
    Regal, lofty!
    Their hear is joyful
    ALL the day!
    It is ther lot….
    It is their way!



    Comment by lindylou — July 30, 2009 @ 5:47 pm | Reply

  2. I am a poet, and if you would like to have me compose a poem regarding your pigeon-love, e-mail me some details about your bird, the situation, and I would be happy to do so…no charge, OF COURSE! It’s all in the name of pigeon love.


    Comment by lindylou — July 30, 2009 @ 5:59 pm | Reply

  3. Thank you for responding to my comments and hope you are well. It is nice to see success with Angelo, that little rascal! Cute as all get-out, too

    Comment by lindylou — August 5, 2009 @ 2:37 pm | Reply

  4. So sorry for your loss:(

    I woke up this a.m. to find my baby pigeon dead

    She was on her side beside the plant she used to sit in

    She was found dead on my balcony patio…and mom and dad were cooing (especially mom still) all day……..out of sadness:(

    I had to take her little body and bury it

    Comment by me — August 19, 2009 @ 6:07 pm | Reply

    • Oh my – this is so sad! I am sorry for your loss too. Strange – isn’t it – how we mourn a little creature such as these but pigeons are some very special beings…

      Comment by pigeonwriter — August 20, 2009 @ 8:37 am | Reply

    • Oh, I am heartbroken, as I know you are. Sometimes it’s almost too much to have to see such a thing happen to these wonderful, sweet natured little beings. I cried as I read how the parent’s especially the mother pigeon, cooed in grief over the loss of her “little girl…” But as we both know so well, it is tipical of how much they bond with their own. That is the beauty we must hold on to and cherish, for there is a great lesson for us humans in it.

      Love is such a precious thing
      It comes to us on feathered wing,
      If we have eyes that open wide
      To beauteous things — that God provides!

      LOL — Lindylou

      Comment by lindylou — August 28, 2009 @ 5:00 am | Reply

  5. They ARE special
    so cool to watch and become a part of family:)

    Comment by me — August 20, 2009 @ 12:56 pm | Reply

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