Well I found out on Thursday that my friend Lura had emergency Brain surgery to remove part of the brain tumor she has because she was having grand maul seizures on a very frequent basis the week proceeding it. So I spent the weekend in Montreal in the Neurology hospital sleeping on a couch and just being there.
I came home to Ottawa at about 4:00 and took my laundry down to the laundry room. I came back up and was changing the sheets on the bed when the cats both went wild. I looked out the window and found that a pigeon was caught in my netting around the balcony. It looked dead wasn't moving and I went out with a plastic bag to take it down and dispose of it.
Well after shaking the net and making some noise I was convinced it was dead so I grabbed the bag put it over my hand and went to grab the pigeon. It started flapping and basically gave me a heart attack.
I ran into the apartment and downstairs to get the night superintendent's apartment number. I went up to their apartment no answer. I went downstairs to the day superintendent who gave me the night SI's pager number so I go up to my apartment to page them. The pager number is a dud. I go downstairs to the day SI's and tell him he calls the night SI. Almost 1 hour later the night SI (who loves on site and was in his apartment but doesn't answer the door) I told him I wasn't impressed and then told him not to kill it if it was possible I figured the pigeon (even though I don't like them on my balcony) had suffered enough being caught in the net for god knows how long. He looked at me as if I were crazy but he got the pigeon down and released it.
I am a Nutter or would you have done the same thing. I would have gotten it down myself but I didn't have gloves and didn't want to be pecked to death.
I came home to Ottawa at about 4:00 and took my laundry down to the laundry room. I came back up and was changing the sheets on the bed when the cats both went wild. I looked out the window and found that a pigeon was caught in my netting around the balcony. It looked dead wasn't moving and I went out with a plastic bag to take it down and dispose of it.
Well after shaking the net and making some noise I was convinced it was dead so I grabbed the bag put it over my hand and went to grab the pigeon. It started flapping and basically gave me a heart attack.
I ran into the apartment and downstairs to get the night superintendent's apartment number. I went up to their apartment no answer. I went downstairs to the day superintendent who gave me the night SI's pager number so I go up to my apartment to page them. The pager number is a dud. I go downstairs to the day SI's and tell him he calls the night SI. Almost 1 hour later the night SI (who loves on site and was in his apartment but doesn't answer the door) I told him I wasn't impressed and then told him not to kill it if it was possible I figured the pigeon (even though I don't like them on my balcony) had suffered enough being caught in the net for god knows how long. He looked at me as if I were crazy but he got the pigeon down and released it.
I am a Nutter or would you have done the same thing. I would have gotten it down myself but I didn't have gloves and didn't want to be pecked to death.
