Yesterday, after spending the day with five other volunteers building a much needed aviary at the Petaluma home of a MickaCoo foster volunteer, I went to the Marin Humane Society to pick up Quinn, a flightless king in need of rescue.
I arrived an hour late and so was there when a very weak and sick baby king arrived. He had been found at Fisherman's Wharf in SF and the Good Samaritans that rescued him drove him all the way to Novato.
The poor bird, only about 5 weeks old, was very weak, emaciated and had labored breathing. His mouth was full of canker plaques (trichomoniasis) and his vent was caked with diarrhea.
He was cold and MHS sent us home with a nice, big, microwave-warmed pillow. I had canker meds in the car and gave them to the baby I named Prince before we even left the parking lot.
Once home, I showed Prince the other king pigeons in the hopes of lifting his spirits and easing his mind and then syringe fed him a light meal of watery juvenile formula with Pedialite before tucking him in on a heating pad.
His breathing worsened and he died around midnight. I'm really sad what all this poor baby had to go through.
I sent out this email this morning to some of the animal welfare experts in SF: