One day my younger brother Seth found a homing pigeon in distress on a walkway at his work. The poor pigeon was obviously exhausted and in desperate need of help. He wore tags on his ankles, signifying that he never made it to a specific destination.

After some research, Seth was able to contact the bird's owner.

The owner's reply was to simply leave the bird alone; that he was useless now that he had not been able to make his journey.

Seth took the bird home to his daughter Mallory. She named him Smokey and he lived with their hens while he recovered. Who knows what adventures are in Smokey's future?