Debra went to the vet yesterday for a progress check on her injured wing. She was seen by a bird specialist who was absolutely smitten with her. He said that it was a bad wound, but that it didn’t appear any bone was missing from her wing which is very good news. The not-so-great news is that she probably won’t ever fully recover and will always be marked as an easy meal by predators. There is still a long way to go towards helping her heal – at least two more weeks of antibiotics and pain medication, so I’m staying on as a nurse for the foreseeable future.
I’d been worried by her separation from her mate. I understand that pigeons mate for life, and I was concerned she and her mate would be missing each other, so I asked the vet if it would be worth trying to get them back together. He thought it was the best thing to do, so after we got home from our appointment, I managed to catch her partner Rhett.
Reader, you have never seen a sweeter scene than reuniting of these two little birds. They immediately locked beaks and began cooing, and they spent the entire afternoon cuddling and grooming each other. Rhett isn’t as tame as Debra, and I was worried he’d be a bit freaked out being caught, but he’s fine. He’s just happy to be with her. I’ve put the two of them in Magnus’s old training crate which is big enough for them to stretch their wings and relax. I suspect they’re also able to get up to other things I won’t mention in polite company, but I will say that my office floor looked like a pillow fight scene out of an 80’s teen film this morning.
Because Debra can’t safely go back to her old life (I can’t abide the thought of a violent death for her), I’m giving serious thought to building an outdoor aviary for her and Rhett. I’m pretty sure Debra’s lived in some sort of structure before, and I suspect he has, too. I just need to figure out the most cost-effective option to keep them both safe and happy.