Oh Maker Shari that was sad..
SpoilerWe used to have a pigeon routinely visit my bedroom windowsill at my parents'. We called him Jack. I don't know what happened to him in the end, he just stopped turning up.
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I also have a good story! When I was 12 or something my mom brought a box from work with two baby pigeons, her co-worker found them on the street after they fell from their nest. We took care of them for weeks and watched them grow, I helped them learn how to fly by putting them on my hands and gently lifting up and down to make them flap their wings.
One was black and the other white and brown, after they left the "nest" I saw them return a couple of times, the black one even returned once after a year.
It was really touching





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