The summer of 2008 my family was building a deck. I went to camp every day for 7 weeks. Then on the third week of camp when I got home my mom told me to go outside. I thought at first that the deck might be done. Then I remembered that the deck wasn’t close to being done with only two workers and sometimes three. Then I saw it, a pigeon on one of the workers heads. That day I walked around with the pigeon, I sat next to the pigeon, and I fed the pigeon. My cat would stalk the pigeon, but when the pigeon flew away it scared my cat away. (My cat is a bit of a baby and sort of scared of every thing that moves.)
That pigeon stayed two more days. I got to pet him but only when I wore gloves. We named him George because he was curious like Curious George.