"WOE" Is ME!

[mr squeaks]

In human terms (beginning of October, 2008), I escaped my loft while my owner’s back was turned! FREEDOM. Away I flew! Wow! Look at all the neat things to see! I swooped low and suddenly, I wasn’t flying anymore but lying on the hard ground. I don’t how long I was there, but fast awful “things” kept passing me. I couldn’t fly and couldn’t get any food! Then, a kind “giant” picked me up and took me to a nice lady. The giant said I had looked like a plastic bag lying on the “street!” Me? Can you believe that?! The lady said I had a hurt wing and these awful bugs in my poops that were stuck to my vent feathers! She cleaned me up and clipped some of my feathers – finally, no more of those nasty wiggly things! Ick!! I felt much better! She put me in a cage with food and water. I was really hungry!! A few days later, another lady came and picked me up. She put me in a nice roomy home with a brick, food and water. Such wonderful things to eat! Had I died and gone to pijie heaven?? Nope, my wing was still sore but I could rest and not try to fly. My meals were served to me and my poopy papers were changed often.

Then, the lady took me in a carrier to see a man she called a “Vet.” The Vet was very nice and took a picture of my wing! No wonder I hurt! I had broken my right distal Humerus! Horrors! No one seemed to know if I would fly again…only time and rest would help. I heard that my poop check was something called “negative” and my vent area was doing just fine. BUT, when they weighed me, I was only 191 grams!! Oh my! I don’t want to be fat, but this was going to the other extreme! Time to eat and so I did! The nice lady fed me very well with treats like Safflower and Hemp seeds…YUM! Didn’t like those big round things but most of the other seeds were just yummy. What I didn’t like, I just tossed out! Every so often I would feel “rain” and I just preened away! I just relaxed and rested. Stood on my brick most of the day and thought how lucky I was to be alive!

For a few days I had to take some medicine but I didn’t put up too much of a fuss. I knew it was good for me. The kind lady said I was VERY GOOD and the most laid-back bird she had ever seen!

Every so often, I would see a black 4-legged creature walk below my home and sometimes there was a gray one too! They didn’t pay me any mind tho. One day I saw another bird but he didn’t look like me at all but he couldn’t fly either! He said his name was Mr. Squeaks and he wanted to know just what kind of strange pigeon I was. He had never seen anyone like me before. I told him that I was a West of England Tumbler. My color was called Tortoise-shell and I had 3 colors along with all my white feathers, plus some emerald green feathers on my neck. But most strange to Mr. Squeaks were the feathers on my feet! He had naked feet! I asked him why didn’t his feet get cold! He said he lived indoors and had enough feathers to preen without worrying about his feet too!

Today, I went to see the “Vet” again. And, guess what?! I weighed 225 grams! Yeaaa! My poops were still negative. A “plug” was pulled where my wing had been broken. I have to have some stuff put in the hole for a few days.

Oh, yes, I had my picture taken too by a lady named Cindy and she said she would post some for you to see. Even one of the ladies working for the “Vet,” wanted a picture of me! Everyone sure oohed and aahed over me. With my white eyes, I guess I do look different but I keep hearing everyone say how beautiful I am. Well, gee I already knew that! Humans sure are funny!

Thank you for reading my story. I’m sure I will have more adventures coming up. I am going to be able to get an honest-to-goodness bath AND slowly meet other the pijies who live here too. Sounds great to me, if a little scary…

I almost forgot! My name is WoeBeGone (Woe for short)