Regina means queen, and she selected her own rescue location accordingly! At two years old, having survived the pigeon racing industry, Regina made a decision. She walked into a hotel. Not a loading dock, not a park, not a patch of sidewalk — a hotel. She assessed her options, and chose the one with climate control and a comfortable lobby.
The woman who found her was traveling for work, which meant she had limited resources but considerable goodwill. She housed Regina in a cardboard box, sourced Raisin Bran from the continental breakfast, kept Regina safe for two days, tracked down GLPR, and delivered Regina to a volunteer early in the morning before her first meeting of the day. This is the kind of reception Regina inspires. People simply rise to the occasion for Regina!
She arrived at GLPR and has since settled into foster life with the composure of someone who expected nothing less. Regina — Reggie, to those she has permitted into her inner circle — spends her days looking extraordinarily beautiful in her pigeon pants and waiting, with great patience and dignity, for the recognition she is owed. The auburn red in her feathering catches the light in a way that is genuinely unusual and lovely.
Regina is stoic in the way of people and pigeons who have been through real difficulties and come out the other side not brittle, but settled and wiser. The racing industry is not gentle, and two years inside it leaves marks that don’t always show on the outside. What does shows on Regina’s outside is iridescent and auburn and currently dressed in polka dots! She awaits a home that understands you are not adopting a pet so much as entering into an arrangement with someone of considerable self-possession. She will be beautiful in your space. She will accept your admiration graciously. She will, in her own time, allow you to call her Reggie.
That is the deal. It is a good one! ;-)
