dad was driving home from work one morning and accidently hit a bird,
the bird went right into the grill of his truck. When he got home he
got out of his car to see what happened and he found a live pigeon
trying to fly away. He had to get a bar and pry it out of the grill.
He put it in a cage since its wing had been broken and it couldn't fly.
After a few months of feeding it in the cage, the wing looked like it
had healed to he let it go. The pigeon never left the house, he would
fly around from tree to tree and sleep in the garage when it was cold.
He also became very good friends with the dogs, they had no
problem with him. He just has to watch out for hawks who would fly
around occasionally looking for the pigeon. My Dad grew attached to him
and named him Earnhardt. He loves to perch on the radio and listen to the
music as he is in the picture.