Mandy's rescued pigeon

Ever notice how pigeons get a raw deal? They've given us valuable service over the centuries, from delivering life-saving messages through World Wars to gracing our tables in times past as a tasty staple and as specialty "squab" in times present. And yet, they're often considered winged street rats, vermin, flying ashtrays, infested with parasites. Personally, I rather like them and their gentle cooing. And yet, I'm not going to be a hero and say I jumped at the idea of rescuing and looking after a badly injured, bleeding and abandoned baby pigeon that my son had watched since its egg time under our deck. It's not that I'm anti-pigeon, it was simply that I wasn't sure I could handle another pet death in the family, having consoled distraught kids through now-deceased hamsters, turtles, fish, lizards and even a fluffy yellow chick, accidentally hand-crushed by an over-affectionate kindergartner on "show-and-tell" day.

Anyway, after being airlifted by BBQ tongs into a hat box, "Cuddle Buzz", as the baby pigeon was named, is now thriving in the care of the wonderful folks at the Wild Bird Fund. But during the 24 hours that Cuddle Buzz was in our care, I felt like I was walking into The Secret Garden; getting a sneak peek into the world of true pigeon-lovers - the people who keep pigeons as pets. There's a passionate contingent out there that includes message forums sharing tips on favorite foods, pigeon-talk sessions with moderators, adoption centers with whimsical names like "Palomacy" and even sites to buy miracle "Pigeon Pants" so you can safely keep your pigeon inside without, well...you know.