Gross…you’re not really going to write about a dead pigeon, are you? Hear me out, this is part of the EverydayAdventures2017 photo challenge. Really, well, yeah in a way. I’m down to categories I’m struggling with. I wasn’t sure what exactly to capture for Home, so since this just happened upon the front doorstep of my Home and it is about a Homing (home) pigeon. Well, the rest is history.
This morning the sunrise was beautiful as it peaked through the fog, so I grabbed my camera and Copper (who headed out the door before I could stop him) to catch some shots of the sunrise.
The fog was weird this morning. It was just floating above the ground. Kind of like the Falcons or owls who fly low around the fields. They are a predator of the homing pigeons, and rabbits, and Copper. We keep close tabs on Copper because we know the Falcons and owls are out there somewhere waiting to attack.
Copper could smell something, so I got a bit concerned and told him we better head back into the house. He understands and knows when I mean business. That is unless he smells something more interesting.
His little feet are so cute, aren’t they? Planted firmly ready to take off at a moment’s notice. You never know what he might have to chase.
As we headed back to the front doorstep, he stopped and started sniffing again.
I looked back at him and could see something on the rocks that looked strange. What the heck was it. Definitely, something he should not sniff.
What the heck…GROSS, it was a dead homing pigeon. Our neighbors have a flock of them, did this guy just die here somehow? Or did he fly into the house and fall here??
I grabbed Copper (he’s small prey don’t ya know) not knowing what was out there that could do a homing pigeon in and it might still be lurking in the trees. I rang the doorbell. Duh, this situation required someone bigger and braver, aka, my husband. He came to the rescue to see why the doorbell was ringing so early in the morning and helped determine what might have happened.
We took a closer look…(I said, GROSS at the beginning…and you’re still reading).
The braver one of the three of us flipped it over, only the head section of the bird eaten off at this point.
We noticed some blood on the rocks below the roof line and another feather on the ground not far from where the bird was found.
We looked up and saw indications that this wasn’t a ground attack, but that some other bird of prey (aka one of those Falcons I mentioned or an owl, or an eagle) must have attacked the pigeon on our roof, or used our roof to do the poor little homing pigeon in.
Who would’ve known that an early morning sunrise photo session would end this way? When I went outside to take pictures, the big predator bird must have flown off and the pigeon dropped to the ground as Copper ran out the door. There were even feathers on the other side of the house roof, and one had landed across the yard on our Tea-houses roof too. It must have been quite the battle for the pigeon.
How sad – how gross – and yes, I documented the remains of the poor little homing pigeon and you read the story. I promise next post won’t be….(fill in the blanks). EverydayAdventures2017 – Home (Pigeon).
