One Dead Pigeon

I would not have believed it if I had not seen it!

 

We were street contacting with the missionaries in Manchester's city center square.  The place was flooded with pigeons -- encouraged by the people who were feeding them.  And of course, most of these people had dogs.  One dog in particular took a hankin' for a certain pigeon and started nipping at it.  The pigeon finally surrendered and lay as if dead.  Feathers were scattered in all directions and people were standing around helplessly looking.

We walked by just as the mortally wounded pigeon began to rally in obvious distress.  We continued walking but Richard kept worrying about this little pigeon who was just lying there in agony trying to die.  He finally insisted that we turn back and see if it was dead.  When he found it was not, he decided he MUST take it out of it's misery and so right there, with the crowd looking on, he lifted his big foot which bore a big shoe and slammed it down on the pigeon's head?  I could not watch and when I heard the collective gasp of the onlookers I timidly looked back to find Richard almost in tears -- but feeling so happy that the little pigeon was now resting peacefully in pigeon heaven.

 

Do you suppose that someday, when we get to that great beyond, that the little pigeon will fly by and flutter his wings as a token of gratitude for what he did for him?