It was touch and go for a while. Of course, I debated intervening - but decided that I had no right interfering with the natural order of pigeon survival. Turns out, Edgar didn't need my help anyway. That's one tough squab.
There was one day in August that it rained more in one day than the average amount of rain for the month. This presented a dilemma for little Edgar because the flower pot started to fill with water. I was afraid he might drown in his pot.