I once met this adorable pigeon. I was at the zoo in the area where people get food, and while I was feeding the birds, this pigeon limped up. He (or she) was missing a foot and one toe on another foot. At one point, he even stepped on this metal thing and slipped. Immediately, I felt much love and sympathy for this pigeon and named him Nubs because of his nub leg. And what a fantastic pigeon he was. He would walk up to me and look up, as if expecting a snack (but not in an obnoxious way), and he would also walk right around my feet. He didn’t seem afraid at all.
I returned to the zoo many times, and Nubs kept showing up. We had good times together. He enjoyed my offerings of fries and hotdog buns, and I enjoyed his sweet personality. They even started putting up signs to tell us to stop feeding the animals, but I persisted in my law breaking. Nubs and I had a bond, and no sign was going to stop that.
But, then Nubs stopped showing up. I waited and waited. I returned many times. I asked the other pigeons if they had seen him, but they wouldn’t answer. I worried that the truth was too sad, and they simply couldn’t tell me for fear of bursting into mad, uncontrolled weeping. I never saw Nubs again. I hope he is okay. Wherever he is, I hope he remembers me. Maybe someday, we shall meet again.
A Mourning Duck