On Wednesday, my mom, Bill, and I took a trip down to LA for a museum visit. I had to do this for my history class and have been wanting to see the Museum of Tolerance for ages. Unfortunately, we found out there that they were sold out, which sucked for a couple of reasons. First of all, I had to find another museum to go to, and, more importantly, I really, really, REALLY had to pee. Thankfully, LA has a gas station on every corner, quickly solving the second problem.

My mom bought a couple of maps at the gas station in hopes there would be some reference to a museum or two on it. Aside from art and natural history, I was able to find the Japanese American National Museum, so we headed that way, having about a hour and a half to wander around before they closed. It was a small museum, but their collection was excellent. We will be visiting it again to fully view the exhibitions and read the comments on them. It mainly focused on WWII and the Japanese Internment camps in the United States, including a scale model of Manzanar and an actual barrack that was torn down and brought in, piece by piece, from Wyoming. I recommend anyone to visit it.

Now, regarding the subject of this blog, there was an injured pigeon outside of the museum. Everyone should know by now that I am a sucker for critters, so I had to take him (or her) home. His left leg is pretty maimed while his left wing is missing about 1/3 of its flight feathers. Actually, I have noticed he has lost some more on his body, but that is probably due to stress.On top of that, he is really thin. Even though, I have been taking care of him to the best of my ability. He stayed in the bathroom for the first day and a half, and, now, he is in Roscoe's cage, next to Noogums (my guinea pig). My dad cut some cardboard to only allow him access to the top layer along with blocking off the wire so he will not hook his injured foot.

The lil guy was not eating for the first day and a half, but I am glad to report he has been doing so since his move into the other room. I gave him a bird bath last night with a little vinigar in the water to help clean up some of the poop on him. I was holding him on one side since he was freaking out, and he fell asleep on me. After I took him out, I wrapped him up in a clean, old shirt, where he relaxed and fell asleep on me again. How cute is that?

In case noone could tell, I am enjoying Mige's company (as I have started referring to him as, along with "Mr. Pigeon"). I do hope he is able to make a full recovery.