Little Pigeon

I am sad to report that Little Pigeon did not make it. I found him downstairs today, already dead. He must have fallen down the hay chute again. I don’t know if the fall killed him or if the chickens “knocked him off”. He wasn’t eaten, so I know it wasn’t Tiggy. It was just a stupid pigeon. There are hundreds of them making pests of themselves, crapping all over the haymow. I have not problem with the cats catching them. No problem when they become hawk or owl fodder. Don’t even get bothered when dad makes a trip to the barn with a rifle full of bird shot. But I feel bad that this stupid little fledgling died. Stupid bird!


More dinner?


I’ll admit, I was expecting to find a pile of  feathers as the only evidence of Little Pigeon today. But apparently Tiggy wasn’t hungry. He was still wandering around the barn. Seemed to be OK… Until I fed the chickens. They don’t seem to mind him pecking and scratching around. When I filled their feeder there was a feeding frenzy, as usual. Then Little Pigeon got too close to their feeder and the hens all wigged out! Holy Crap! They were so violent! All six of them attacked him. They were pecking him so hard, picking him up in their beaks, throwing him around. I thought they would kill him. Keen to the rescue! Had no problem catching him today. I took him back in the haymow. But I don’t know if his parents will still take care of him. I’ll check on him again tomorrow.

Look who came to dinner

This little guy is a pigeon fledgling. He must have fallen down through the hay chute from the haymow. I could not get close enough to catch him and take him back upstairs to his parents. He did join the chickens in pecking and scratching food the lambs had dropped. He can’t quite fly, yet. Just short, little flapping hops. If Tiggy doesn’t get him I will see if I can catch him tomorrow and put him back where he belongs.