But the other one wasn't healthy and so I brought him home for indoor fostering, supportive care and medication (for canker in this case).


I named this young king pigeon Elvis. I wish I could take credit for that name but the truth is that despite having to hame literally hundreds of rescued king pigeons, I'd NEVER thought to name one Elvis. Last year, I met a nice cat rescuer who had found a stray baby king pigeon and she named him Elvis. When I heard that, I was like, oof! Why didn't I think of that?! Her Elvis turned out to be a hen and now lives very happily in a big, wonderful aviary (north of Grass Valley) built for rescued pigeons. I believe this Elvis is a cock and, even though he is way too young for it, I actually got him kissing his roommate, Lupita!
Elvis has recovered and he and his friend Lupita have move outdoors to my backyard pigeon coop. They are available for adoption through MickaCoo Pigeon & Dove Rescue.



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