Maylisa Yofan
I urgently called to my husband, Avi to come outside. A little pigeon had caught herself between the lower forked branches of a small tree. She fluttered helplessly. But could not release herself from the branches.
As soon as Avi spotted her he extended his large pudgy fingers toward her tummy and before I could warn him to be careful not to get his fingers caught in her beak, he had so carefully scooted his palm beneath her rump and gently wiggled her to freedom.
It was as if Avi and the bird were one.