Hello, this is my story inspired by the beautiful photograph of @titofi and the memory of a little pigeon that came to my home.

Little pigeon, you can fly

My mother brought her into the house one rainy afternoon. She had her wrapped in her coat. You were so little and she was still feathering. She found her at the foot of the jabillo tree. She had fallen out of her nest.

Your parents and your little siblings were wondering what had happened to you. You tried to fly, little pigeon, and your wings flapped excitedly to reach the sky. But it wasn't the right time, and you fell. And although we tried hard to keep you comfortable and fed, little by little, your little eyes went out. Your movements to lift you off the ground became slower and slower, and you stayed curled up in the little box with fabrics, where you imagined yourself in your warm nest, fed by your mother's beak.

Why couldn't we save you?, and our tears were the answer to that question

And although my veterinarian friend told me that this is the law of nature and that for some reason you could not survive, I am comforted to think that in that instant of time your wings spread, your body lifted and your little black shining eyes saw the light coming through the balcony. You answered its call and flew for the first time.

Thank you for reading