A Story of Compassion – The Pigeon I Rescued
Hi Friends,
Throughout my life, I have rescued many different kinds of birds, each carrying its own story of pain, hope, and survival. Today, I wish to share one such story—a story of a pigeon, fragile yet resilient, which touched my heart in a way I will never forget.
The Call in the Night
One evening, as I was still at work, my phone rang. It was my friend, sounding worried. He said, “A pigeon has fallen down; it is very sick and cannot move.”
I quickly finished my work, hurried out of the office, and went to bring the bird home. When I saw it, my heart sank—it was weak, trembling, and unable to stand properly. I carefully placed it in a cage, determined to give it a chance to survive.
The Struggle for Life
The very next day, I rushed the pigeon to a veterinary doctor. After examining it, the doctor told me something that almost broke me: “This bird is paralyzed. It is because of a viral infection, and sadly, there is no cure. You can give it to an NGO, where it may live the rest of its life, but recovery is almost impossible.”
The doctor still prescribed me some medicine, but the hope in his voice was very little. I even consulted traditional pigeon keepers, people who had raised pigeons for generations. Unfortunately, they, too, told me the same thing—that there was no hope.
But deep inside, my heart refused to accept this. I could not abandon the bird. I decided: “No matter what, I will try everything to make this pigeon well again.”
A Month of Care and Dedication
The treatment lasted for more than a month. Every single day, I gave the bird a small dose of medicine—Ciprobid 150. I would cut the tablet into four pieces, giving one in the morning and one in the evening.
For the first ten days, I hand-fed the pigeon. Gently, with all my patience, I placed grains and water near its beak, then gave the medicine. I even massaged its weak neck to help relieve the stiffness. Slowly, day by day, something miraculous began to happen.
The pigeon, once lifeless and motionless, began to eat on its own. It started standing. Its eyes, once dull, began to glow with life again. After a month, the paralysis was gone—the bird was healthy, lively, and full of energy.
I cannot describe the happiness I felt. The bird would follow me around, playfully flap its wings, and sometimes sit near me, as if thanking me in its own silent way.
The Day of Freedom
After a few weeks, I no longer kept it in a cage. I allowed it to roam free in my home. Then, one fine day, the pigeon spread its wings, soared high into the sky, and flew away to join its community.
I stood there watching until it disappeared into the horizon. My heart was heavy with emotion, yet filled with joy. I knew it was no longer my pigeon—it belonged to the sky, to freedom, to life itself.
A White Pigeon’s Truth
This pigeon was a white pigeon—a kind often raised by traditional pigeon keepers in India. Sadly, many of these keepers are uneducated and unaware of proper care. When their birds fall sick, they often abandon them, leaving them to die.
Many times, I have found sick or injured white pigeons lying helplessly in corners, thrown away like broken toys. Sometimes, keepers even hand them over to me because they don’t want to care for them. It is heartbreaking to see such cruelty and ignorance toward such innocent creatures.
My Reflection
What kept this pigeon alive, I believe, was not just medicine—but determination, patience, and above all, love. Animals and birds may not speak our language, but they understand compassion. They feel care. They respond to kindness.
Every living being—whether a pigeon, a sparrow, a stray dog, or even the smallest insect—has a right to live, to be respected, and to be cared for. Nature has given them life just as it has given to us. Who are we to decide which life matters more?
If one sick pigeon can teach us patience, resilience, and hope, then imagine what the world could be if we treated all creatures with the same respect.
Final Words
This is not just a story about saving a pigeon. It is a reminder—that life is fragile, but also powerful when given love.
Let us promise ourselves: to care for every bird, every animal, every soul that crosses our path in need. For in saving them, we also save the humanity within ourselves.
Thank you for reading.
Our pigeon is also paralyzed.
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