the wild pigeons of salisbury beach part 114

Here is Craow Dum.
 I hardly ever call her that.
I mostly call her "booger" or "Bust-a-move". These names mostly ascribe to her personality with affection.
She is doing wonderfully after over three and half years later since I found her half dead in a gutter.
She is the love of my life-boogers and all.
She still follows me around like a dog. As you can see she has claimed my slippers on top of the dryer.
After leaving that other poor pigeon that was so severely injured at the  vet's office I have been second guessing my decision.
Could I have done more?
The vet was pretty adamant that this poor bird would never recover and was suffering.
My husband on the other hand was not convinced, and was furious.
 Euthanasia was not an option, in his opinion.
 Let's just say we had a "marriage encounter" over the vet's decision.
I really felt shitty enough.
Really shitty .
I've never seen him so pissed.
Our birds could definitely feel the tension in the house.
When ever we spoke the birds squawked loudly and paced frantically.
"Eddie" (my fav cockatiel) kept flying to my shoulder and to my husband's shoulder making alarm sounds. The squawking was deafening.
Even Craow Dum was crying in the laundry room.
We finally sorted things out on what to do next time in regards to helping other injured pigeons in the future and peace was once again restored in our house-hold.
It has been a brutal winter for birds.
Jody had told me from her report from the Tufts wildlife clinic that in one day alone they brought in 75 owls that were injured or starved.
This is in one day.
 And these were the ones that were found and rescued.
Earlier in the season I found quite a few dead pigeons that were starved and frozen to death on the beach.
Craow Dum was lucky. She  has miraculously  survived and thrived. I guess my husband thought the same luck would befall upon that other poor frost-bitten pigeon with my "magic touch".
Sadly, it wasn't meant to be.