My Rescue – Yellow the Pigeon That Changed My View About Pigeons Forever, Blood in the Snow Chapter 5-6
π️ My Rescue – Yellow the Pigeon That Changed My View About Pigeons Forever
π Blood in the Snow: Chapter 5–6 Included Below
πOpening Thought❤
Do you
believe in hard work, destiny ❤ or both?
I’ve met people who trust destiny so deeply they forget to act. And others who rely only on hard work because they don’t believe in fate. After years of experiences ❤ many painful, many beautiful ❤ I’ve learned that hard work and destiny go hand in hand.
My Rescue: Yellow the Pigeon
One day, shortly after 10 o’clock tea, my husband called. He was bringing home a baby pigeon. She had barely any feathers left, saved from a cat who had already killed her siblings.
I named
her Yellow. I wasn’t sure if she was male or female ❤ but her warm body and
trusting eyes told me we’d build a bond.
I raised
her with Avi Products hand-rearing feed, warmth, and love. She’d sleep on my
laptop, kiss my fingers, and flap her wings whenever she saw me hold a cup ❤ thinking it was feeding time.
Yellow
helped me see pigeons as intelligent, loving, and incredibly loyal animals. My
entire view changed.
One day,
she flew off after Nina, our senior rescue dog, barked. I felt a deep loss. But
she returned — with a mate. That’s when I knew: she was free, loved, and no
longer alone.
π¨ Art Inspired by Yellow
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π§‘ Bird Care Tips: Save a Life
View Baby Bird Caring Tips On YouTube Link - On YouTube Link
If you find a baby bird, follow these tips immediately:
- Warmth First: A warm bird survives. Use
hot (not boiling) water bottles wrapped in a towel or heating pads.
- Hydration: Warm fluids to body
temperature. Use clean, shallow drops.
- Feeding: Must be
species-appropriate, warm, and not dairy-based.
- Frequency: Nestlings need feeding
every 10–15 minutes.
- Never Squirt: Avoid liquids in the mouth
directly — risk of choking or lung infection.
- Dark, Quiet, Calm: Stress kills more birds
than you realize.
⚠️ Contact a rescue centre ASAP for advice.
π Blood in the Snow: Chapter 5–6 (Coming Soon)
By Fritz
Swanepoel – Youth Author Spotlight
Chapter One view on πBlog πLink
Chapter Two view on πBlog πLink
Chapter Three view on πBlog πLink
Chapter Four view on πBlog πLink
Dad’s
Screeching [π Blog
Link to Chapter 5–6]
Chapter 5: Frozen Memories
The car door creaked open, and I stepped out into the biting cold. The familiar creak of the door, the crunch of snow beneath my feet, it all felt like a routine I'd never escape. My parents exchanged a look, one that spoke volumes without a word. They were trying to gauge my mood, my willingness to be here again.
I gazed up at the old house, its rusted gate a testament to the passing of time. The wooden boards seemed to sag under the weight of snow, like an old, tired soul. The windows, once bright and cheerful, now stared back at me like empty eyes.
"Let's get inside," my mom said, breaking the silence.
As we trudged through the snow, I couldn't help but feel like I was walking into a nightmare. The memories of what happened in the forest still lingered, refusing to be shaken off. I glanced around, half-expecting to see... something. But there was nothing. Just the snow-covered trees, standing like sentinels.
Inside, the house was just as I remembered it. The same creaky floorboards, the same musty smell. My dad busied himself with the heating, while my mom started unpacking the essentials. I stood by the window, watching the snow fall gently outside.
"Hey, kiddo," my dad said, coming over to me. "You okay?"
I nodded, not trusting my voice. He put a hand on my shoulder, and for a moment, I felt a sense of comfort. But it was fleeting.
"We're going to get through this," he said softly. "Together."
I nodded again, still not looking at him. Together. That was the problem. We were together in this, but I felt so alone.
The sound of my mom's voice, calling out that dinner was ready, broke the spell. I turned away from the window, my eyes scanning the room. It was going to be a long three weeks.
Chapter 6: Fractured Peace
I pushed my food around my plate, my appetite lost in the sea of my own thoughts. Mom caught the lack of enthusiasm.
"Eat your dinner, don't just play with it," she said, her voice laced with frustration.
I sighed, a spark of defiance igniting within me. "I'm trying, okay?"
The words hung in the air, a challenge issued. Mom's expression hardened, her eyes narrowing. "You're not trying. You're just pushing it around like it's a game."
I felt a surge of anger. "Maybe I'm just not hungry, okay? Maybe I'm just tired of being here and eating the same old thing every day."
Mom's voice rose. "You're tired of being here? You're tired of being with your family? We're only here because of you, because we need to be."
The words stung. "That's not fair. You're always bringing that up."
Dad tried to intervene, his voice calm. "Hey, let's not fight about this."
But Mom and I were beyond reason. "No, let's fight about it. Let's fight about how you're always so perfect and I'm the one who's always wrong."
The argument escalated, voices rising in a familiar pattern. I finally broke, pushing my chair back and standing up.
"Whatever," I muttered, turning away from the table.
I stormed down to the basement, my sanctuary, a place I'd transformed into my own mid-80s punk rock haven. Purple walls pulsed with the energy of my favorite bands. I leaned against a wall, my eyes drifting over the familiar landscape of band posters and guitar picks.
A loose brick caught my attention. I tugged at it gently, and it came free, revealing a hidden space. A book lay nestled within, its cover worn. I opened it, and a photograph slipped out.
The image depicted a boy with a bright smile, his eyes sparkling. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized my dead brother. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and I felt the world tilt.
Next week to follow chapter 7.....
π A suspense-filled story revealing family secrets
and haunting truths.
π² Set in a cold, mysterious forest.
π Follow a young girl as she discovers her identity
and unearths the past.
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- The No-End House – Jeremy Bates
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- 30 Colours Dual Tip Acrylic Paint Pens – Waterproof, dual-tipped, and great for paper, rocks, wood, and more.
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- Nicpro 20pcs Dry Brushes – Perfect for fine details in miniature painting.
- Apple Barrel Acrylic Paint – Affordable and perfect for buying individual colors like white!
- HissiCo 42Pcs Acrylic Paint Set – Comes with 12 brushes and 6 paint knives. Non-toxic and vibrant!
- Four Candies 25pcs Mechanical Pencil Set – Ideal for sketching and includes multiple lead sizes.
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π P.S. If my family is reading this – I really want the cute pastel set with erasers!
πΆNina’s Rescue Story
We live in a Villa near the old-age home and the church. The villa allows two dogs, and we already have two. But Nina’s distress when we leave the house became a challenge. Her barking led neighbors to think she was being hur❤.
We called shelters (one had 65 dogs awaiting adoption) and posted on local Facebook pages but no one came forward. She had been spayed, but there were no leads. We have tried effortlessly to get her adopted, but no response❤.
My daughter visited for Mother's Day and reminded us how bonded Nina is to my husband—she only eats when he’s home. So we decided to keep her-, and help her feel safe❤.
Have you dealt with a dog like Nina? Please share your tips for calming anxious pets in the comments. Would you use a shock collar on your dog?
π Final Thoughts
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