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Billy, the Boy Who Loved Pigeons: A Tragic Texas Tale

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With great pride Billy pointed toward a chicken-type-coop filled with pigeons. “These are my friends,” he said. As we approached, the pigeons seemed to all take flight. He opened the door and stepped inside. They began to land on his head, shoulders, and extended arms. I could barely see his face and baby blue eyes. He was all smiles.

Suddenly he shooed them away, and they shuffled around onto the ground, gathering over his legs and feet. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out slices of bread and began to feed the pigeons. “Don’t worry Mr. Caussey. The ladies in the cafeteria let me get it out of the trash cans. I can have all I want.”

The pigeons strutted around his feet, some flew up to his shoulders. He spoke to them in a loving tone. They responded in soft cooing. “There is Benny and Barry,” he pointed to two blue and silver pigeons. “And Batman and Robin on my shoulders. The big red one is Ruth. My mother read about her in the Bible. She was a nice lady like my pigeon. I even named one after you, Mr. Caussey. She is probably sitting back on the nest.” He went on to inform me, “Mr. Caussey, pigeons are great parents. They both feed and raise the squabs. They don’t have teeth, so they find little bits of rocks and keep it in their craw in their throat. Then they put bread crumbs, insects and grain in with the rocks. That way the food is chewed and turned into a milk they then vomit up to feed their babies. Some pigeons, like other birds, mate for life. If one dies, the other will never mate again. Mate means sex, Mr. Caussey.”

I spent an hour there with Billy listening to pigeon stories. A little boy in love with something that in turn, returned that love.

Billy, the Boy Who Loved Pigeons: A Tragic Texas Tale
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