It was just last week that I removed the string that had been tied tightly around her feet. I could recognise her by her distinct fluffy feathers. She was the only pigeon that looked “round” and “fat” to me. She was easy to catch, and I should have known better that only sick pigeons are easy to catch. She was still eating well then, and I had been seeing her on and off. As she was fluffy, she walked wobbly. This made her look so adorable. I would always say hi to her. I saw her resting at the corner of the void deck last night, and I guess she probably wasn’t feeling well.
She appeared in front of the lift I often take about an hour ago. She looked very unwell. I went home, quickly took a carton box, placed her inside and brought her home. I hoped she could pass on in a quiet place. She passed on shortly. I’ll bury her tonight.
She started pecking after I removed the string and released her.
I know pigeons are hard to save, but that doesn’t mean we should stop trying. Harming, killing, or hating them won’t solve the problem. As we know, only love can overcome hatred.
I can and will only do my part to love and care for them. Pigeons are gentle and harmless birds. What others choose to do is their business.
Thank you Ms Fluffy!
May the merits accumulated be dedicated to her favourite rebirth.
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