Jillian's Story

When we lived on Hoddle St, a bird flew into our window and wouldn't fly away. Dad suggested throwing it over the edge, kinda sink or swim style. We were kind enough to call the bird help people. We were certain it was exotic and not a pigeon. Gave up a nice family towel to catch it and put it in a box. Then the next day we drove it to its death by accidentally dropping it off in an off-lead dog park. It turns out, in the light of the morning sun, that it was a pigeon.

    Photo by Pablo / Lord Ferguson @   https://www.flickr.com/photos/lordferguson/


Photo by Pablo / Lord Ferguson @ https://www.flickr.com/photos/lordferguson/