Before Yesterday, wednesday, august 10 2022, Excelencia found a baby pigeon on the ground.

In this hopefully very long series, Excelencia is going to make a survival rapport of that baby pigeon.

This morning, friday, august 12 2022, I was very happy to find the baby pigeon alive in the sleeping room, in the cardboard box, wrapped in an old coat lined with sheep's wool, where I left him for the night to pass.

In the kitchen I already had prepared his breakfast, a plucked tit ball, soaked in lukewarm water.

Before starting the feeding, I weighed him on the kitchen scale: 87gram

after submerging his mouth superficially in a plate of water, I couldn't say for sure whether he had actually been drinking or not...

I felt happy to see that the baby pigeon swallowed well the offered soaked food chunks, after processing them in his mouth.

I feeded him for a minute or five, until I noticed he started to refuse accepting the chunks and tried to make him drink some wather a second time.

Then again I put him on the kitchen scale: 90 gram...

Well, I feel thankfull to the Mighty Universe he's still alive and accepting some food at least.

I placed him outside in the shadow on a high pile of undergrowth, in his old coat in his cardboard box , out of my kitty's reach, to pass the day. I went to have a look and saw that he had fallen asleep.
Hopefully he is digesting what little food he took in properly.

update 10:56 am UTM: I just finished feeding him for the second time today:

initial weight now was 83gram and after eating 99 gram.

He's doing well I think and now he can take a siesta outside in the shadow again.

Thaks to the Almighty Universe!

update 15:17 UTC: I just finished feeding him for the third time today:

He is doing wonderfull , already eating independently and drinking a lot

before third meal: 81 gram

after this tird meal:106 gram!

I'm going to put him  inside the sleeping room again now because apparently during his time outside he lost a lot of moisture due through the high temperature outside.

For a like and/or a tip , Excelencia will keep writing about the baby pigeon, as long as I can keep him/her a life

update made on saturday, august 13 2022 10:43 am UTC

The baby pigeon is dead. It's not his/her fault, possibly it's mine, ... for sure it's mine!

Of course it's my fault!

This morning when I woke up around 4:30 am  i found her like dying eyes closed, very very weak, impossible to sustain her onw neck, but still breathing.

At that moment, I really felt hopeless for her, but anyway I started trying to make her eat and drink something, which she did!

I was at her side like one hour and a half, while thinking she was dying in my presence but kept pushing her to drink and eat, and slowly I saw how she started again to live, she tried to dring and eat and didn't stop trying and she swallowed wather and food, but then she started vomiting a lot and she was rilling, i thought she had a  cold and covered her under a warm lamp in the bathroom;

when I decided to put her outside again she kept vomiting but we still had hope she could make it  because her weight had increased from 87 to 102 gram and without doubt there would be some food and drink in her body to become stronger.

As I noticed she stopped vomiting and became quiet and sleeping, I left her outside and that's when a made the fatal fault to leave her too long in the high temperature , but I was thinking the warm sun would do her good and she had some shadow also.

So , I really wanted her to rest some while and entered the house to start writing the stats day 128 and the prediction 23.1 and 23.2 and when I went back outside, I found her dead , I think she dyed from the heat finally, which is my fault.

I feel so sorry for that baby pigeon, so innocent and struggling to eat and drink until the very end, but her tiny body could not contain and process the food and drink anymore , that's also why she vomited or maybe I insisted too long to make her drink and eat and it was too much to contain, anyhow, although I don't feel guilty, I feel very sad for her .

I buried her in the garden.I will never forget her or him .Her or him, it doesn't matter anymore.

Her struggle for life is over and may she be in Pigeon Heaven !!!

It was not her fault she died , mostly it was mine, but anyhow I think she would have died If I had left her alone on the ground when I found her , because of cats or owls or dying from hunger and thurst.

For the rest of the day, I'll cry for her and wish her all the best in heaven , she strugled to survive until the very end.

Listen , she needed attention every second of the long night I left her alone , and I feel so sad at least she could'nt have died in my presence if she had to die anohow, because lost her during the night, and that's the ultimate truth...