A short story to remember the black pigeon that one day came to our balcony. He looked terrible and he could barealy move. We tried to take care of him: we gave himm food a little shelter, but he was seriously ill and finally he passed away. Pigeons and other urban wildlife is usually despised. But they live with us and deserve to be treated a little better as living creatures. That’s why I did this little tribute to Palomo, Palomino o Colomo as we called him while he was with us.