Why would anyone kick a bird? Penny was delightful company from the moment I rescued her from some bullies in a pub
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few years ago I was sitting in a pub beer garden when a scruffy little pigeon landed on the bench. After a while, the pigeon edged a bit closer to me, and before I knew it she’d hopped on to my lap.
One of the waitresses came over and explained that this pigeon had wandered inside, but sadly some customers kicked her around to get rid of her. She looked quite young. I thought maybe she was a baby. For the next three hours, this pigeon didn’t leave my side. Then I drove home with her on my shoulder.
My mum had a cat carrier ready to house the pigeon, so we got some bird seed and a hot water bottle. We thought: if she doesn’t make it, at least we’ve given her a nice last night. The next day, she seemed a lot better. When we gave her a bath I could see how wounded she was in her chest from being kicked.
