On my way to work early this morning at 7am I was walking down the tiny narrow iron steps from my third floor city apartment only to discover my path blocked. I found a pigeon standing blatantly in my way-Well I said, I'll show you! And I stepped over him and went to work and class. At 6pm I walk back up the stairs only to find the pigeon on the exact same step as I had found him hours before. I bent down to notice as he tried to flap his wing (I have a feeling it was a he) -he couldnt fly but could only walk. Well from there on a went to my apartment deliberating over what to do. I couldnt just leave him out there to starve to death-to walk over his frail limp body one morning on my way to work-I would definatley not be able to sleep at night. Well I called all the local animal controls that simply couldnt see the value in saving the equivalent to them as a "rat with wings" as far as the city goes. I mean if its not cute and fluffy then it doesnt deserve to be saved-its "natural selection". Well not to me-I mean natural selection wasnt accounting for idiots that enjoy injuring animals caught anaware (ends up someone musta thought it woulda been fun to step on him). Anyways I dig throught the trash cans at night with the hobos and find a plastic storage tub and some blankets I can immediately put him in. No I do not like digging in the trash it was raining hard and I had no time to go to target. So I bring him inside much to my cats dismay-they took to him as much as they took to their first baths. I chop up some peanuts for him and give him some water. Just then I recieve a call from someone that ends up being a bird rehabilatator-who does animal rescues-seems someone gave her my number. And I'm glad they did because tomarrow Pete "my pigeon" is going to get his wing all fixed up -and live with other gimpy pigeons that can relate to his sad circumstances. I've grown attached to Pete already and I will be sad to see him go. Luckily I am allowed visits (=.