Trident came out of the pigeon racing industry, and is one of countless birds who didn't make it back to whoever sent him. He turned up grounded at a house in Des Plaines too exhausted to fly anymore and carrying a wound on the top of his head where the scalp was gone in a patch about the size and shape of an almond.
That wound has since healed completely. What's left is a small bald spot on his crown and no special care required, just a bird who looks like he's committed to a very specific haircut. His foster mom, Andrea, named him Trident and quickly switched to calling him Friar, because tending the wound meant an unfortunate trim that left him with something very like a monk's tonsure. A pigeon named for Poseidon's spear, easing into a monastic retirement. It suits him.
He's a classic blue bar: soft slate-grey body, a paler dove-grey back crossed by two crisp black wing bars, and a coral-orange beak set off by a neat ring of bare skin around a dark, watchful eye. Handsome, in the most pigeon way possible.
Friar is on the shy side, and likes things gentle. Our rescue tried him in one of the aviaries, and he found the crowd and commotion far too much. He made it clear he'd rather be back in the quiet of his foster home. He's not looking for a busy flock. He wants a calm household with patient, kind people, the sort of place where a reserved bird can take his time warming up and settle in for good.
If that's your kind of quiet, Friar would like to stop flying now. Could that be with you?
RADICCHIO & SWEET PEA (MARRIED COUPLE)
Pigeon
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Chicago, Illinois
female, medium, adult
Pigeon
Chicago, Illinois
