Had a young Wood pigeon fly into next door's upstairs window this morning. I took a look over the fence and it was sat on the ground. Within 10/15 minutes it had gathered its wings and seemed to be sitting quite happily recovering its senses.
I've been keeping half an eye on it and a couple of hours later it's still there. Although it seems to have shuffled into a corner it's shown no sign of moving any significant distance.
Picture should be attached. Looks like its stripped away some of the feathers round the base of the bill (at least, I presume it's the crash that caused this) but I can't see any other signs of injury.
No one's currently in next door but thet have youngish kids who'll be getting back around 4. We get on well so me climbing over the fence to fetch the thing won't cause too much excitement, but I don't want to go handle it unnecessarily.
Any thoughts? My usual policy would be to let it lie until its well enough to move, but its wedged itself right in under the back door where if it doesn't get brained by the door opening, someone's quite likely to tread on it by mistake.
If anyone wants to tell me my ID skills are rubbish and it's actually a young Stock Dove they are most welcome to do so, as that would be a garden tick.
Ah well, after about 3/4 hours of pigeon inactivity I ended up hopping the fence and trying to get a closer look. It didn't like me coming near it and ran away, limping and slightly trailing a wing. I feared the worst and tried to get a box over it but it didn't like that either, so I ended up chasing it round the corner of next door's garden for 5 minutes. It tried to take flight a couple of times during the chase and managed it on the third attempt - by the time it was up it seemed to be flying strongly.
It's either exercised out whatever was wrong, or come down in one of the cat-infested gardens over the back. Given that it was sat there for 3 hours I'm not too hopeful, but there was no way it was getting in that box.
Still, at least I got some exercise. Climbing that fence is about the most athletic thing I've done in years...
I've no doubt it's a fox's dinner by now, but I did what I could.
In other, non-bird, news, it is probably best when playing Dwarf Fortress to build your flood defences BEFORE curiously chanelling out a path from the raging whitewater river to the nearest hillside to see if you can flood the whole lower portion of the map. I now have a horrible feeling you can.
Will they finish the wall in time? Will my Dwarves be consigned to a watery mass grave? Will anyone apart from Parus even know what the hell I'm talking about, much less care? Not likely.