Once my mom and I went to Walmart and saw a baby pigeon. I told my mom and she said if it was still there when we left we would try to take it home. When we left it was still in the same place. We guessed she had fallen from her nest that was on top of the roof and could not fly. We picked her up with gloves and put her in a box in which she could breathe. We knew what to do because we had rescued other baby birds in the past. We took her home and we looked up what she ate so we made her porridge with bugs in it; it looked really gross, but she liked it. We also bathed her so she would be cleaner and in case she had any diseases. We got a bigger box and poked holes in it so she could breathe. We then had to feed her every five hours and my mom had to work from home for about a month to take care of her. We finally named her Fuzzball because she was really fuzzy and looked like a little ball of fuzz. We also tried taking her outside to see if she would fly but she could not yet. One day we had to go on vacation so we asked our animal expert friend about a good shelter to place her with. Fuzzball was raised at that shelter until she could fly and then was released back into the world.