Alcippe (alcippe) wrote,


The pigeon is still hanging in there. She finally has a name, too: Rasputin.

She was frisky enough to wiggle out of her wing bandage yesterday, but I taped it back up last night before I went to bed.

Her head is doing better, although the petroleum jelly-based antibiotic ointmnet I've been using has gradually built up a waxy coating on her head. This could turn out to be a good thing because it might help to keep the injury protected, but all the little feathers on her head are spiked up like a punk rocker because of it and I wonder how I'm going to wash it all out. I suppose I should go give google a whirl and see what I can come up with.

I've been handling her so much with the wing bandaging, keeping her on her feet (she loses her balance easily because of the bandaged wing) and caring for her head injury, that she has become used to me and my hands. Last night after I secured her bandage I held her on my lap for about 5 minutes and gently skritched around her neck, face and head. with her wing in a sling she isn't able to easily groom herself, and she seemed to relish the massage.

I'm not so worried about catching a disease after reading this, the comments left here (thank you!), as well as other things scattered around the internet.

Also, the healing power of touch can be amazing.

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