When I was in my early teens I rescued an injured pigeon that had hardly any feathers left. Cleaned him up and raised him until he was healthy. I even had to teach him how to fly. I used to put him on my head and then he'd launch himself and fly to a post. He eventually flew away. One day a number of months later I was riding along a road in my neighbourhood and that pigeon flew down and landed on my head.

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