Bob

This is Bob. Bob is a pigeon. He is two weeks old and I am hand raising him as his Mom decided she didn't want him to live. He actually nearly died about a week ago.

I was training some of our pigeons for a job and noticed that one of my trained flyers had two babies. So I pulled her out of general population and gave her her own space to take care of her babies. Well it got cold, really quickly here in southern California and I went to put them up for the night and the two babies were nearly dead - in fact I thought one was dead. So I took them home, wrapped in a warm towel, with the Mom in a cage and they came back to life.

Except the one I like to refer to as Tera-dactyl was bullying the little guy (Bob) out of his fair share of the yummy regurgitated treats Mom was trying to dish out. So Tera-dactyl grew to an enormous size rather quickly and "Bob" didn't. He was about half the size when I pulled him from the den of death. He now gets fed by me every 3 hours and is doing great. He will be a great working bird - probably the best pigeon to ever work in Hollywood.

Maybe.