Pigeon rescue!

There was a pigeon yesterday, that flew into the restaurant I work at.
Stupid as people are, everyone started to panic, get up, go away and started calling it stupid names. The boys at my shift did not know what to do, and went to get brooms and all sort of shit.
So I simply grabbed the pigeon and held it tight.(It made some ‘hoohoohoo’-noises.)
Then I brought it outside, opened my hands and it flew away. Simple things are simple.
When I came back inside, someone told me: ‘You’re the first person I met that volunteered to grab a pigeon.’

I’m a bird mom, ok?