I'm in my room. Mother starts screaming.
I put on my flip flops to investigate the drama.
Walter, the dog, has had a baby pigeon in his mouth.
Mother is crying and gets Father to pick it up.
We've left it near the hedge hoping the mother of the pigeon will come help it.
I have looked closely and there's respiratory output. It has lost half a dozen small feathers.
Do you think I should put some sugar and water on a spoon and try and feed it through the beak?
I've never felt so sorry for a pigeon.
Walter has been summons to his cage.
