i found a bird with a broken wing today when walking my dog. I took my pup back inside and went back outside with a shoebox and a towel and was able to scoop up the poor thing. I got back to the door of my apartment building and realized that I had absolutely no idea what to do next. So I just stood there, with this dying pigeon in a box in my hands... and I thought.... I could break its neck to put it out of it's misery. So, I sat down and Googled how to help a dying pigeon with a broken wing.
Next thing you know, I'm in my apartment with my cat, my dog, and a dying pigeon waiting for a wild life rescue person to come take the pigeon away and either help it or kill it.
Obviously the cat and dog are flipping out... So I decided to go to the courtyard of our building and just hang out with the pigeon in the box until these people showed up. I took my ipad and my coffee and hung out by the pool with the shoe box open next to me and the bird took a nap.
I REALLY had to pee, so I ran in to the bathroom ( there's a pool cabana and bathroom). I think I was in there for about 2 minutes, max.
When I came back, the box was empty and the pigeon I had rescued was gone.
I looked all over, in the pool, in the pool drains, in the bushes. No bird, no where. I thought "okay, maybe he just ate some hippy's pot that they dropped and he wasn't injured, he was just stoned, and he flew away."
So I went back in to my apartment to go to work (and call the wildlife people and tell them to not come - that was awkward).
On my way to catch my Uber to work, I saw a HUGE hawk on the roof of my building... and he looked very pleased.