Beneath the eaves at Sugar Bush Elementary;
On the cement below by the front door,
Lies a bird; silent.
Chirping no more…
The once esteemed beauty
Of his pigeon feathers,
Are now blown away,
By the wind and snowy weather,
He is injured;
He can barely fly,
The eagle-like heart he once had,
Is now beginning to die.
Lying on the cement by the front door.


Travis Kuhnke, a student at Sugar Bush Elementary

Arrived late to school to find the pigeon

Lying injured

On the cement by the front door.


Travis wanted to help.

Mrs. Grable, the principal says,

Let’s call Pat Fisher, she’ll help the bird
To mend his injury,
She will nurse the bird,
Back to proper health.
Lying there on the cement by the front door,
Josh the janitor bent down,
And cupped him in his palm.
To bring him in from the weather,

Josh then delivered the bird to

Pat Fisher, the bird healer.
Today the bird is free,
Freed at Sugar Bush Elementary

Travis Kuhnke, Mrs. Hinde’s class and Pat Fisher freed him today
Free to chirp, free to sing,
A song of no end,
Sugar Bush Elementary could not ignore the injured pigeon that laid

On the cement by the front door

Mary Faucher



I received a call from the school I drive bus for, Sugarbush , about an injured pigeon.  I did not have the time to pick up the bird so Josh brought the bird to me.

I found a puncture wound to the chest.  It could have been shot, or a hawk , or a collision, etc.  The bird was in good flesh and just needed a place to rest. It spent two days in a box in my bedroom and then by its actions it told me it was time to see if it could fly.  I put it in an outside 12 x 16 pen and it flew right up to a perch, good sign.    So now it had to eat and exercise more before it could be released back to its home at Sugarbush school.

On Feb17th after the cold snap I took the bird back to the school and Travis and his classmates let the bird go.  It flew like it knew exactly where it was, back home.

I usually do not do pigeons, but when one of your students on you bus cares enough, you have to respond. Travis taught me again that there is not such thing as “JUST” a pigeon.