And in the not quite two months from Glory’s self-rescue, Steve and I had an aviary built in our backyard.... It is a slowly felt calm, a “righting” of the soul as love seeps into it to heal the anxiety and fear. It is a lot like falling asleep; it happens slowly and then all at once with one myoclonic jerk, then you awaken renewed.
Steve and Sindy in the aviary that Glory inspired
I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
~ John Green, The Fault In Our Stars
This is the story of Glory. Glory came into my husband’s, Steve, and my life
in the year of Covid-19, on July 6, 2020, a year we all will remember. July
6th was a notable day. I was discharged from the hospital on July 6th, after
spending seven days there, alone, having what seemed like dysentery. Like
the upside-down year it is, I was in the hospital for a meat-eaters’
illness, a campylobacter infection of my colon. Campylobacter is bacteria
someone gets from eating meat (usually undercooked chicken). I don’t eat
meat. I am a vegan.
On July 6, 2020, Steve also had an upside-down moment. While picking up the
freeway, a white “dove” (aka Glory) found him. Steve and I are Caltrans
Adopt-A-Highway volunteers for litter pick, and while we often find
“interesting” things among the trash on the freeway, a beautiful white bird
is not one of them. Indeed, on July 6th, Steve was doing a particularly
unpleasant task — cleaning up an illegal dump of someone’s belongings. Just
as he was ready to come home, a white bird walked out of the dead vegetation
nearby and made herself at home underneath Steve’s VW Passat. Fascinated at
first, Steve took a picture of Glory, who appeared to have no intention of
leaving the shade of the car’s underside.
Self-rescuing “dove release” surviving homer pigeon Glory wouldn’t take
no for an answer
However, he soon became impatient and took a stick to try and “shoo” the
bird out. Glory remained unmoved; she simply positioned herself further
under the car. Steve persisted, and Glory eventually walked out from under
the car and straight into ongoing traffic. Was it suicide? In retrospect,
why couldn’t it have been; she certainly self-rescued. Regardless, Glory’s
actions were a loud, “wake up call” to my husband that this white bird was
not just a dove passing by, but a creature in search of rescue and help.
Steve stepped out into the freeway and scooped Glory up and put her in a box
in his car (one of the advantages of being a litter picker; our cars are
always fully equipped for pretty much any eventuality).
There was little fanfare when she arrived home. Steve and I “got it” that
Glory needed our help, and we applied ourselves to the task. Water and seed
promptly arrived in her box. Glory drank three, pint bell jar lids full of
water. Soon, she was housed in a borrowed parrot cage and “locked down” in
our spare bedroom, away from our two cats, Mint and Bell. Research then
began on this beautiful creature. It wasn’t long before I learned of
Palomacy and the wonderful Elizabeth, who told us not only that Glory was a
white homer pigeon (and not a dove) but all about rescued, unreleasable
pigeons and doves.
It is uncanny how the world seemed to right itself, after that – slowly and when we weren’t watching. While we waited for weeks for the proper (double-flight) cage to arrive, we found a fledgling on the freeway, a beautiful red, feral youngster who appeared to have fallen from its freeway home under an underpass. Elizabeth walked us through encouraging the young bird to drink water and explained the need for feral pigeons to remain wild and free, where to take the bird (WildCare in San Rafael), and how to check on it.
Steve and I soon met the incredible Jill, who introduced Glory to her now husband, Cy, the bighearted galoot of a King Pigeon with real, lover boy skills.
pHarmony with Cy & Glory
We emergency transported a badly injured baby King pigeon to the Medical
Center for Birds in Oakley and suffered through learning that the baby
pigeon died shortly after we got him there. Just this week, we brought a
second fledgling feral pigeon into WildCare. A young man had fished the
fledgling out of the Glen Cove Marina and brought it into a pet shop, where
luckily a friend works; and she called us. While the bird is still in ICU,
WildCare staff are optimistic it will make a full recovery.
And in the not quite two months from Glory’s self-rescue, Steve and I had an
aviary built in our backyard. Cy and Glory now reside in the aviary, and
yesterday, Elizabeth and Jill brought ten rescues (five married couples) to
create our own flock. Steve and I learned an incredible amount from them and
intend to continue learning, rescuing and fostering unreleasable pigeons and
doves with Palomacy.
A life-changing aviary
According to Elizabeth, Glory is now Super Glory, for having saved other rescued pigeons. While I may not have been transformed into an adjective as grand as “super,” Glory definitely “righted me” during what is an “upside down” time. Steve says, that his favorite sound is the cooing of a pigeon because it makes him realize that the pigeon is happy, and life is good. For me, all the pigeons, feral and domestic, who have graced my life in the last two months have surrounded me with much needed peace and beauty. It is a slowly felt calm, a “righting” of the soul as love seeps into it to heal the anxiety and fear. It is a lot like falling asleep; it happens slowly and then all at once with one myoclonic jerk, then you awaken renewed.
Retired attorney and public servant. Sindy worked most of her career (19
years) as a staff attorney for the Contra Costa Superior Court. She now
commits her time to giving back to her town, Benicia, and to enjoying her
life with her new(ish) husband, Steve. She and her husband are Caltrans
Adopt-A-Highway volunteers for four stretches (2.5 miles each) of the I-780,
which runs through Benicia. Sindy is a Board Member and volunteer for
Benicia Tree Foundation. Sindy also volunteers her time for Benicia Main
Street, Carquinez Village, Solano Resource Conservation District and now
Palomacy.
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