RIP Mr Pigeon
On my way to work today I found an injured pigeon.
The poor thing was terrified, and curled up in a ball on a step at the Oxford Playhouse.
(He kept huddling further and further into the corner, and kept closing his eyes.)
I promptly rang Matt (forgetting it was his day off, and chance for a lie in...) and asked him to find the RSPCA's number. He sprang out of bed and retrieved the number with no complaint over the rude awakening.
So I rang them, and they said they would send someone out (this was at about 08:15) and about half an hour ago, they rang and left a message to say that they had found Mr Pigeon....
...he was badly injured and so they had 'stopped his suffering'.
I feel very sad. :*(
Thank you for your help Matt xx
The poor thing was terrified, and curled up in a ball on a step at the Oxford Playhouse.
(He kept huddling further and further into the corner, and kept closing his eyes.)
I promptly rang Matt (forgetting it was his day off, and chance for a lie in...) and asked him to find the RSPCA's number. He sprang out of bed and retrieved the number with no complaint over the rude awakening.
So I rang them, and they said they would send someone out (this was at about 08:15) and about half an hour ago, they rang and left a message to say that they had found Mr Pigeon....
...he was badly injured and so they had 'stopped his suffering'.
I feel very sad. :*(
Thank you for your help Matt xx