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Yes it did, I was actually able to collect some to (no) see what they were! I think I have them under control with alot of spraying and sevin dust.
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possibly from that strange tickle in your nose or throat???
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PigeontoesIm new to Pigeon Talk but I have raised pigeons off n on since U was about nine years old. But I chose Pigeon toes as a CB radio handle back in the late sixties early seventies because of my love of the birds not the actual shape of my feet LOL
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Liz is my real name. "Miz Liz" is what one of my co-workers called me at my previous place of employment, I guess just because it rhymed, but it may have been because I'm from Missouri.
I've only had a pigeon since Friday. I found him standing, fluffed-up, in an open-air parking lot by a park, and he let me pick him up. I sat next to him for many minutes, before taking the plunge, thinking how impractical rescuing that bird would be. How I was already busy enough, and how proper medical care for it would be expensive, and that I didn't have a proper cage for it, and our dog and cat would kill it if they got the chance. How nobody I knew, or had ever known, had kept pigeons, and how friends and family might think I had gone crazy to bring a diseased vermin-bird into my house. And also, that I knew nothing about pigeons. But I wanted to help that pigeon. I needed to help him. I finally justified picking him up by realizing I would respect myself more if I tried helping than if I walked away. It would be hard to forgive myself for not helping. A few days later, I remembered a proverb (?) that had never really made sense to me before, but now did. "If you have two shirts, sell one, and with the money buy a flower." The pigeon's name is now Fred, and my husband says he is very happy I brought him home. ![]() |
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Brentjohnf is for Brent John Faucheux- I always liked animals and the outdoors hunting fishing trapping, studying. I always had some type of animal, it started from my dad, he had deer, ducks, red fox, turkey horse's, pigs, dogs, dove, hawks, owls, snakes, nutria, rabbits, ferrets, quail, pheasants, and most of all never lived a day with out pigeons, and coons that just to name a few, He had racing homers, modina's, white silver kings, fan tails, tumblers rollers, and more.. some times mixed... so guess i get it from him haha, I will get me a few pigeons when I see the ones I like! Thanks
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I've been hesitant to post on this thread because I'm afraid that if I start, it will end up as long as a novel
Here it goes anyway:My parents say that I've been drawn to wayward animals since the day I was born. My dad went out to get the mail and found 3 baby racoons curled up next to their deceased mother. He scooped them up and took them back to the garage until the DNR could pick them up. I guess I really wanted to see them because that's when my dad had to rush my mother to the hospital and I was born. My dad would take in lost or injured animals that he came across and I would help raise them until they could be released. Critter was the name of the last one that he brought home. It was a baby squirrel that he wouldn't let me name because we weren't keeping it. Instead he referred to it as 'the critter' which, of course, became 'Critter'. After that I was the one bringing home lost or injured animals of every sort. I'm just finishing my final semester of college so I'm still living at home which means that any animal I bring home must be temporary. Luckily they've made a few exceptions. I have a dog that I adopted from a humane society. He had been there for a year and was scheduled to be euthanized. Two cats that were rescued as little feral kittens from a barn. A horse that isn't a rescue but her mother was. And my pidgy Indy. I hadn't seen many pigeons as a child so when I took a trip to Germany after high school I couldn't stop taking pictures of them because I thought they were so cool. Then I got a job at a place with a flock of feral pigeons and took in an orphaned baby pij named Nick which I hand-raised and found a home for. When I found Indy young and injured I'd intended to eventually release her back into the flock but that's not happening. So now I have an (at least) partially blind pigeon that refuses to be weaned that (because shipping is too expensive for me to order it online) I have to special order food and grit for from a farm store 25 miles away that can only get 50 lb bags. Plus, I'm back on the search for a vet with bird experience because the vet that was going to see Indy found out that she was a feral and refused to see her. The whole thing is proving to be quite a challenge but Indy is completely worth it and I love every feather on her spoiled little body. I'm just so very thankful that I found this forum! Indy says 'thanks' too!Last edited by Critter; 13th September 2008 at 12:58 AM. |
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my handle(tuxedobaby)came about for 2 reasons,
1.my gorgeous tuxedo cat (iggy) 2/my fender strat guitar(black n white) i also contemplated calling my next band tuxedobaby,but that is on back burner just now as im back to university in 2 weeks i became interested in pigeons when i moved here,we have a flock of ferals who live on roof accross from our house and we have became firm friends with them.my daughter is pigeon crazy,when asked what present she would like for her birthday,she replied"a guitar and a racing pigeon!"ok,she got the guitar,the racing pigeon is more difficult to do,as we live with 17 giant land snails,12 stick insects and aforementioned tuxedo cat,but i did say to her i would take her along to a racer club when she is a bit older,or an open day to show her what s involved and if shes still keen and understands i may consider it.for now we are happy with our feral freinds,caramel log,one eyed jack,milk,forcepoo,taggy long legs,bourbon,spread,chubby,cutey,whitewing,cereal, cornflake etc etc |
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i once read a stephen king novel where birds were referred to as psychopomps....messengers from the spirit world...
they always seem to appear when I am feeling down! and it sounds cool ![]() jennifer
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![]() I've been trying to remember where I have seen Psychopomp before Like you, I read about it in the King novel John
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hi,
I think mine "Hutchison" came just out of despiration to find help for Latte' the little pij that hit my window. It's my last name. I usually go by Corso or Corsolady as that is the type of dogs I have. Cane Corsos (pron: Connie Cor-so) they're an Italian mastiff. Just last summer I rescued a bunch of baby oppossums from their road killed mother. I think there were 7 that survived the accident and were released later. It was fun having the little guys crawling around my back, they'd get tangled in my hair and were really hard to convince to let my hair go. I have rescued a few Kittens although I have to admit they're not my favorite critters. One kitten was standing in the road next to her mother, darting around in fear. We stopped traffic and took her home called her roadie, and later she had gotten out of the house and hit by a car. The last kitten was found when I was walking my mastiff in the middle of a field, I kept hearing this tiny "Meeeewwww", at first I thought it was a cat bird... but then it didn't sound right and got more desperate sounding. So I turned back and followed the noise... sure enought a tiny tiger baby came running up to me, eyes all crusty, could hardly see. Half starved. I'm thinking Oh man.... I can't leave it...but, I don't want it either! So I scooped him up and took him home, it was fall and stormy so he'd never survive. I hid him from my step daughter while I fed him warm milk.. and my husband said lets keep him for her.......ugh... I'm not a cat person..... seriously. So we named him Marbles...and did all the kitty vetting, fixing, etc... well, he ended up losing his marbles and attacking the dogs, a pit mix, a rottie mix and a mastiff, all big dogs that could eat him as a snack...... they tolerated him like the good dogs they were... but marbles needed a different home. The injuries he caused from attacking my dogs were getting too expensive. He would walk past the dog laying on the floor and viciouslyattack their faces with no provication from the dog, and we'd have infections and drain tubes and scars and vet bills.... not good. Marbles went to kitty rescue. I've worked with dog breed rescue a number of times but the last time I helped rescue was a bad experience with a dangerous dog that injured myself and my dog... and I had to back out of helping for a while. The pigeons I currently have are Joe Puffnstuff and Walter (Wally) who are AGSG rescue birds. They have been a nice distraction after the death of my dog and best friend. I have been feeling pretty empty since his death and these guys have been keeping me entertained with their antics. I keep Joe and Wally in a dog kennel inside and let them fly around the basement in the evenings. My husband thinks they should be allowed to fly loose but I'm afraid they'll fly away. We're making a shed this weekend and I'll be adding a small loft and flight cage on soon so the boys can be outside and get some more freedom. I have thought about getting mates for these guys even though they get along ok... Joe is definatly the boss. Can you have paired up birds, and not have offspring? anyway, I found this site trying to help a little lost girl and come almost every day to try to find information that will help keep my boys fat n happy. |
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My handle here comes from J_ for Jim and I added birds as I am always trying new ones of different types. I mostly have pigeons tho. I still also have a pair of manderian ducks, Male is a very pretty bird. I have starlings, figs, mookees, west of England tumblers,saxon monks, arch angels, blue rock barless,capuchines, B rollers, white homers, and lots of mixed breeds. Am sure there are still more out that I will want when I see them.I live in New Bern NC.
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My "Handle"Well......I just feel that all birds have Mighty Hearts. From the little "bandit" sparrows to "warrior" hawks. Everytime I rescue a bird, my heart feels mighty big too!
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I was given my Screen name by a friend of mine many years ago.
I didnt know what name to use and he told me that StoN3d fit just right ![]() I think its pretty self explanatory LOL
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