Priscilla the Rock Pigeon
Priscilla was rescued from five boys who were seen stomping on her at a fair summer of 2011. Her new family gave her medical care and fostered her into health for almost a year. Still handicapped in her feet from apparent neurological damage, Priscilla is a good flyer, eats well, and is in overall perfect health...except for her little feet which will forever stand on top of each other.
Today Priscilla is a devoted lover of all humans (amazing forgiveness in her little body), and is a calm and affectionate pesty little thing that never wants to be out of our sight! When we are outside, we let her fly free and she visits the tree and roof tops, but always within our eyesight. Frequent visits to our heads and back while we work further helps her to know we are close by. Priscilla also visits schools with me where she flies gently from shoulder to shoulder, and enjoys being cuddled by the children. She is very precious to all who know her. Who would ever think that a wild pigeon would become such a keeper of tameness and affection? She is as valuable as many great riches, even though she is but a simple wild pigeon.
I often tell people that here is a wild bird that is not worth a "plug nickle."
Yet, she is worth all the riches of King Solomon.
Thank you Priscilla for your example of forgiveness. Thank you God for creating this
sweet little creature.
A Sad Update
One four day stretch that my husband and I were gone, Priscilla disappeared while a friend was caring for our birds. I believe she tried to find us by going outside when door was opened. Priscilla would have never left our property. I had often taken her outside to fly and she would follow me everywhere. She would sometimes fly over the house and into the garage where my husband was working in search of him, her favorite person. I believe a hawk may have caught her as we had been having troubles with hawks during that time that had been attacking our aviaries.
Every time I go outside I call for her. Needless to say my heart is broken...I have to force myself not to think of her because of the sadness that overtakes me. She would snuggle under my neck while resting in my hands, little crooked feet dangling below. Often she would pull her head back, cock her head to look at me with one eye, then snuggle back under my neck carassing me with her low coos.
Whenever we love something so fragile, there is risk of loss. I never expected a simple wild pigeon to so fully steal my heart right out of my chest. Such a little creature, so plain and common place. But oh such a spirit of love and forgiveness.
Should we as humans take example from this little pigeon on the joys
and rewards of total forgiveness?
On a Wing and a Prayer
True Life Stories of Beloved Birds
The Miracle of Crooked Neck
Gramma Roses Keeper of Peepers~Cooers
May 9, 2014
How could I know that on the day I found her God would soon honor a child‘s prayer and a twisted baby pigeon to illustrate his compassion and love for His creation. I discovered Crooked Neck, as visiting children came to name her, as a small down-covered pigeon chick in an outside nest. I had never seen such a cruel twisted neck on any animal. It curled down, around and tightly up over her back so that her tiny beak was pointing towards heaven. Knowing she would eventually die I brought Crooked Neck into the house to hand feed. I made her a brace from a toilet paper roll cut small and slit down the middle. This I secured around her neck. I hand fed her for a week, but soon realized that Crooked Neck was terminal. Not only was her neck horribly twisted, but a left leg proved useless. This leg would splay out flipping her over where she would flail upon her side, and then over on her back where she was unable to move. It seemed as if her body would always remain twisted and unable to heal.
I made the difficult decision that Crooked Neck would need to be euthanized. Though I could barely focus through my tears, I fed her a last meal, held her close, cried as I kissed her gently on that curled neck, then prepared her for the inevitable. I hurt for her so badly as proceeded to follow through with this procedure to end her life. But suddenly I stopped as if I hit some sort of barrier. I realized that I just couldn't end her life, not now, not ever. Over the next week, I hand fed her, and kept her brace secured between feedings. Still her neck would twist horribly when I removed the brace, and her leg would splay out as she flipped over onto her back. Three weeks into her life only revealed no progress. Yet, I felt the need to keep caring for her even though her condition remained unchanged. Ah, but the story is only beginning at this point. One day several children came to my shop and asked about Crooked Neck. I took them over to the aquarium where she was safely living with two other hand feeding pigeons. The neck brace had slipped off and she lay on her side with her beak pointing up over her back and leg stiffly splayed. She was such a pitiful thing to look at.
"Gramma Rose," say one of the children named Sarah," We will pray for Crooked Neck’s healing." Of course we all believe in the power of prayer, but I had prayed over many terminally ill birds and had never had one heal. After all, God has a plate quite full of many more important prayers than to answer a prayer of healing for a pigeon of no great importance to the world. Would Sarah follow through with her prayer?
Next day as I was doing my morning feeding I went over to Crooked Neck. There I saw this insignificant baby pigeon whose neck brace had fallen off and lay close by. And there on two flat feet stood this little pigeon with a completely straight neck! I grabbed her in disbelief and held that soft body of feathers close to my face. Crooked Neck had been healed. The children renamed her Spirit because of her healing.
Spirit has gone on to visit in nursing homes, joined children during Sunday school, plays games with paper clips, snuggles under our necks, and is sweet to all her cage mates. No scientific
explanation, coincidence, or accident fixed her twisted body. I believe that God healed
this little pigeon because of the prayers of those children. Today Spirit lives her life
full of charm and growing confidence. She has finally learned to fly straight and
will follow me from room to room to proudly seek out my shoulder or head with perfect navigation. And just this week she laid her first two eggs. Such an important accomplishment for a creature who started her life with a twisted body. As a believer in Christ I am reminded of a beautiful hymn that speaks of God’s love and care over his creation.“I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free.For His Eye is on the Sparrow, and I know He watches me.“ Grateful for His Miracles,
Gramma Roses Keeper of Peepers
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**Two of my birdies went to live in Homer, Alaska. Not long after their arrival here is what my friend Gee had to say**
Linda Rose just wanted to let you know we are okay. We had a horrific earthquake at 1:30 this morning. Quite a bit of glass breakage and some pieces of my own making.
Kickapoo was terrified and I spent a few hours settling him down to go back to bed around 4:30am. He still whimpered a little bit and I left on a light. He woke up his usual self. Ziggy
was knocked off his night perch and hopped up and went right back on it.
Will be in touch. Cleaning up the messes today.
Linda Rose Forney 503.460.7908