Near Thanksgiving of 2002, a white pigeon was chased to our house by crows. It sat on the window sill, exhausted. We could see that it was obviously a tame pigeon, you don't see markings like that in the wild. So I went outside and carefully caught her with a towel. I cared for her for awhile and tried to find her owner without success. Then finally, I decided that it was time for her to find a new home with other pigeons. So I talked to a lady who keeps pigeons asked if she would like another one. It turned out that Splashy was actually one of her pigeons who had flown off and gotten lost! So I returned her to her home. Sadly, Splashy died about a year and a half later, but she'll always live on in my heart.