RIP Walter T. Pigeon

I woke this morning to find Walter, legs in the air and as stiff as a board. After wrapping him in kitchen towel I walked though the garden humming before placing him in his final resting place.


Walter the pigeon came to me in the third week of December as a teenager that had fallen from his nest. His parents were not around, so I took him home. He had no feathers on his tail or back. He lived in my laundry basket for a week or so before I put together an aviary over the Christmas break. He loved his new home…its floor was shell grit, he had pigeon mix and a water bath. He was happy and chirpy. Then he started losing weight. I was informed he had coccidiosis and nothing could be done.

Had I left him on the corner of Forveax and Elizabeth Streets, it’s highly likely he would have died then, but hopefully I was able to give him a few extra days of a happy life.

Whatever Next?

Cleaning supplies were required so I had to pop to the supermarket. It was a trip of realisations for me.

1st – the residents of Tuggerah have problems. They seem to be fat. Every third shop in the shopping centre appears to be a plus size shop and yet there is a Krispy Kreme in the middle of the main corridor. However, they all seem to have skinny feet, none of the shoe I tried on would fit.

2nd – retail marketing has gone insane. There were Easter eggs in Coles. It’s the 3rd January for crying out load.

3rd – blue wrens in this neck of the woods are a bit dumb. A beautiful pair have built a nest three feet from the house and only about eight inches off the ground. Thank god Puss didn’t want to go outside on this visit.

- Daddy Blue Wren with dinner

- Mummy Blue Wren