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I rescued a baby Woodpigeon
Hand reared her. She laid 3 eggs.
One day she flew away and I was
heartbroken. It was wintertime.
Hand-reared Pigeon had no idea
how to survive in the wild. I still
worry for her and pray for her. 2006


I saw her in the tree,
with a binocular.
I saw her tail with
one missing feather.

I knew she was her.
she was my baby.
I rescued her when
she could not fly.

I loved her and
I cared for her.
I hand-reared her,
I was her mother.

She refused to eat,
when fed by others;
she knew me well,
I was her Mother.

She grew bigger and
her wings got stronger.
She flew everywhere
in the house all over.

She tried to fly away
through the glass
and I knew one day
she will fly away.

She laid three eggs and
I knew she was a lady.
She could be a Mother
still she was my baby.

One day in the evening
door opened accidentally.
In the evening darkness,
she flew away in the trees.

I tried looking for her
but the search was futile.
Waited till the morning
and I saw her in the tree.

I stayed out all-day
with food and calling her
but wild Woodpigeon
was gone forever.

I just prayed for her
to survive the winter
I am still praying
every day for her.

Kris ~ Dreamweaver

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