Injured pigeon
I was still shaking when I got home. I put it in a plastic basin and made a warm nest for him. It's eight o'clock. I looked at the little pigeon. It's back. But his toenails are missing. I think as long as he is alive, his toenails will grow out.
The next morning, I saw it fly. The watch needle flying to mother's cross stitch. Grandma was afraid that it would break the watch hand, so she arrested it and put it in a cage. Grandma said it must be hungry, and then she fed it some corn kernels. I was very happy to watch it eat all the corn kernels three or two times.
I told my grandmother that I would keep it until spring, because now it's released, and I'm afraid he will get frostbite again.
I like this injured little white dove. I want to protect it, take care of it, and I must take care of its injuries.
The wounded pigeon (2)
Today, I looked at the little pigeon. It always lowers its head. I thought it was hungry, so I fed it corn kernels. But as soon as it saw me, it backed away. Must be afraid of me. I put the food in a small bowl and watched it secretly, but the pigeons still didn't eat it. So I called my father. Dad looked at it and said the little pigeon was ill. Mom's here to feed, too, but it still doesn't work.
At night, the little pigeon can't stand still, so it moves and the cage is damaged. I think it is really sick.
When I got up early the next morning, I saw that the pigeon was lying there with its eyes closed, and the little pigeon was dead. I am sad.
Pigeon, I'm sorry I didn't keep you until spring. If there is a next life, I will definitely support you.
I love you, pigeon.