Franklin is a seven-year-old racing survivor who was found sitting quietly at someone’s home, tired and worn down. Best guess is he was clipped by a car — his left wing was broken in two places.
It healed, but with a permanent droop. The wing hangs a little low now, slightly frozen in place. It doesn’t slow him down. Franklin gets around just fine, he says!
He’s not a dramatic bird. He doesn’t demand attention or make a lot of noise about himself. He just settles in beside you and, somewhere along the way, becomes your favorite — without apparently trying very hard. He’s calm, gentle, and easy to be around. He’s done with racing, and done with hard. He wants snacks, a soft place to land, and peace. Seven years is a long time for a racing pigeon, and Franklin has earned a quiet retirement. If you have a soft spot for an old soul who’s seen some things, he’s your bird.
