Bart’s head tells most of his story before he gets a chance to. He came into rescue as a baby with multiple injuries to his face and skull, and the damage went deep enough that the feathers haven’t grown back where a young pigeon’s normally would. Instead of a smooth slate cap, he has bare pinkish-grey skin running from his cere up over his crown and around both eyes, with dark feathers clinging on at the edges. The rest of him is sooty near-black flecked with cream, softening to pale grey across the wings. Coral-pink feet. Enormous eyes. He looks like a baby vulture. He is not a baby vulture. He is a squeaker who wants to sit on your hand.
Those same injuries left his beak out of alignment, which means that for now Bart can’t pick food up on his own. Twice a day someone sits down with him and hand-feeds him pellets. He may well figure out self-feeding as he grows and learns to work around the beak he’s got, but nobody’s promising it, and the right adopter is someone who’d happily keep the twice-a-day routine going regardless. He’ll need to live indoors, with a person who’s home for both meals.
Here’s the part that makes the feeding schedule an easy sell: he’s loving and appreciative, a bird whose whole ambition is to be perched on a warm hand and cuddled. He takes the attention like it’s owed to him, and thanks you for it anyway. If you want a small strange-looking creature who will be genuinely glad to see you, every day, Bart is your guy.
