{"id":32430,"date":"2026-03-29T01:16:02","date_gmt":"2026-03-29T00:16:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/?p=32430"},"modified":"2026-04-04T09:29:34","modified_gmt":"2026-04-04T08:29:34","slug":"pigeon-care-in-cologne","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/?p=32430","title":{"rendered":"Pigeon Care in Cologne"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>In September 2025, I spoke several times with Mila Stoytcheva, an artist and pigeon caretaker based in Cologne. A chance encounter with an injured pigeon in her city drew her into a long-term relationship with these birds\u2014first through photography, then by taking more and more of them into her apartment to live with her. These conversations were recorded and later edited into a single monologue giving us a glimpse into Mila\u2019s life and the blurred boundaries between artistic practice, care work, and cohabitation with non-human animals. The following text is a transcription and translation of her monologue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-audio\"><audio controls src=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/interview-mila-tauben-koln-v0.mp3\"><\/audio><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-gallery has-nested-images columns-default is-cropped wp-block-gallery-1 is-layout-flex wp-block-gallery-is-layout-flex\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" data-id=\"32432\" src=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/WhatsApp-Image-2026-01-31-at-17.15.30-1-768x1024.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-32432\" srcset=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/WhatsApp-Image-2026-01-31-at-17.15.30-1-768x1024.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/WhatsApp-Image-2026-01-31-at-17.15.30-1-450x600.jpeg 450w, 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class=\"wp-image-32433\" srcset=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/01-mila-1024x576.png 1024w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/01-mila-450x253.png 450w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/01-mila-250x141.png 250w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/01-mila-768x432.png 768w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/01-mila-300x169.png 300w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/01-mila.png 1280w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"480\" height=\"640\" data-id=\"32437\" src=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/02-schachtel-streicheln.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-32437\" srcset=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/02-schachtel-streicheln.png 480w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/02-schachtel-streicheln-450x600.png 450w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/02-schachtel-streicheln-250x333.png 250w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/02-schachtel-streicheln-225x300.png 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 480px) 100vw, 480px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"480\" height=\"640\" data-id=\"32436\" src=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/03-fenster.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-32436\" srcset=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/03-fenster.png 480w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/03-fenster-450x600.png 450w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/03-fenster-250x333.png 250w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/03-fenster-225x300.png 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 480px) 100vw, 480px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"480\" height=\"640\" data-id=\"32439\" src=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/04-regal.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-32439\" srcset=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/04-regal.png 480w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/04-regal-450x600.png 450w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/04-regal-250x333.png 250w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/04-regal-225x300.png 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 480px) 100vw, 480px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"480\" height=\"640\" data-id=\"32438\" src=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/05-koffer.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-32438\" srcset=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/05-koffer.png 480w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/05-koffer-450x600.png 450w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/05-koffer-250x333.png 250w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/05-koffer-225x300.png 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 480px) 100vw, 480px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"576\" data-id=\"32440\" src=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/06-zeigen-1024x576.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-32440\" srcset=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/06-zeigen-1024x576.png 1024w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/06-zeigen-450x253.png 450w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/06-zeigen-250x141.png 250w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/06-zeigen-768x432.png 768w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/06-zeigen-300x169.png 300w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/06-zeigen.png 1280w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"480\" height=\"640\" data-id=\"32442\" src=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/07-boden.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-32442\" srcset=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/07-boden.png 480w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/07-boden-450x600.png 450w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/07-boden-250x333.png 250w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/07-boden-225x300.png 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 480px) 100vw, 480px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"480\" height=\"640\" data-id=\"32441\" src=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/08-boden-wide.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-32441\" srcset=\"https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/08-boden-wide.png 480w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/08-boden-wide-450x600.png 450w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/08-boden-wide-250x333.png 250w, https:\/\/robinmeier.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/08-boden-wide-225x300.png 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 480px) 100vw, 480px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Managed pigeon lofts are a concept that, frankly, every city should implement<\/strong>. Feral pigeons aren&#8217;t &#8220;wild animals gone rogue&#8221;; they are the descendants of domesticated animals that were used by humans for centuries and have now been left to fend for themselves. This problem won&#8217;t solve itself. That is why many cities and animal welfare advocates are calling for a nationwide network of supervised pigeon lofts. These lofts provide nesting sites, species-appropriate food, and water. They also make it possible to care for and provide medical treatment to sick or weakened birds on-site. A central aspect is humane population control: eggs are replaced with dummies, interrupting the breeding cycle without harming the animals. The pigeons can fly in and out freely. Volunteers usually handle the care, cleaning the lofts, feeding, changing the water, and keeping an eye on the birds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>In contrast, our interaction with dead pigeons in urban spaces is mostly defined by ignorance.<\/strong>&nbsp;A pigeon run over by a car is treated like a crushed milk carton\u2014something perceived as trash, as if it had never been alive. The physical dynamic is similar: a car hits a body, the contents spill out, and what remains is something to be overlooked or pushed aside. When I began photographing dead pigeons, I felt deeply ashamed to be human. In those moments, it becomes clear how much we have pushed responsibility out of our consciousness. The animals are there, but we don&#8217;t feel responsible. We don&#8217;t help, and we don&#8217;t really want to solve the problem; we just want the pigeons to disappear\u2014as if they were an invasive plague that independently decided to harass us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Living in a small space with flight-capable pigeons is a massive adjustment.<\/strong>&nbsp;They fly everywhere\u2014preferring high ground\u2014and leave their marks everywhere. There is no hygienically sealed &#8220;safe space,&#8221; no kitchen that remains untouched. In the beginning, it was a major mental challenge for me to tune out this burden. One\u2019s home is supposed to be a sanctuary, a space where you can let your guard down. Suddenly, everything became extremely condensed: work, daily life, responsibility, and observation\u2014partly out of artistic interest. Our home changed visibly. Anywhere we didn&#8217;t want the pigeons to go, we laid down changing mats. Simultaneously, these mats marked the spots where they&nbsp;<em>were<\/em>&nbsp;allowed. Visually, the room took on a completely different feel. Even the rhythm of daily life was dictated by the pigeons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Mornings often began with cleaning.&nbsp;<\/strong>During the worst phases, I would get up and crawl across the floor with a glass-ceramic scraper\u2014one of those &#8220;cleaning boys&#8221; from the drugstore\u2014scraping off dried droppings. I\u2019d sweep them up, intentionally waiting until everything was dry because it was easier to remove that way. The first 30 to 45 minutes of the day consisted only of this. Only afterward would I tend to the animals, and eventually, around noon, I\u2019d have my first cup of coffee. I neglected myself completely. That period had a lot to do with self-care\u2014or rather, recognizing my own limits. This phase lasted nearly a year. Then, the first disabled pigeon moved in with us, and something fundamentally changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>With him, I realized this situation wouldn&#8217;t stay this way forever.<\/strong>&nbsp;The phase with flight-capable pigeons had an end date. Suddenly, it was less about chaos and more about relationship\u2014about mutual learning and engaging with the essence of this animal. The first disabled pigeon to move in was named Boggy. I had found him on the street myself. He still doesn&#8217;t like me very much\u2014but I took him in anyway because I realized he wasn&#8217;t getting the care he needed at the pigeon sanctuary to lead a good, perhaps even luxurious, pigeon life. Because of him, my perception of my own home changed once again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Anyone who lives with pigeons must be clear about their needs.&nbsp;<\/strong>You have to define what you are getting into: What is &#8220;normalcy&#8221; in your own home, and how does that definition shift in hindsight? Since the animals have lived here, my home feels more like home than ever before. The quality of life within these four walls has increased\u2014even if friends see it very differently. From the outside, it looks as though I have almost no social contacts left, neglect friendships, and can no longer travel. In fact, we are tied down by the daily feeding and care of hundreds of pigeons. These animals depend on us. Flying off for a spontaneous vacation is impossible. Emotionally, it\u2019s intense\u2014to me, they have the same status as children.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>This responsibility also shows up in everyday situations.<\/strong>&nbsp;Recently, I told friends that we wanted to go hiking soon. At the same time, I explained that two days prior, we had to go to a clinic in Belgium to have our pigeon, Kleini, sterilized or rather, to have a chip implanted. I didn\u2019t know how they would react. There was a good chance that Kleini and Schmutzi would have to come along on the hike\u2014packed in a backpack. Many people react with a lack of understanding. Pigeons aren&#8217;t seen as typical pets. But it\u2019s not just about having pets; it\u2019s about having pets with special needs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Those needs demand permanent adaptation.<\/strong>&nbsp;You have to ask yourself what the animals can manage when you are absent and what risks exist. Over the past few years, things have happened\u2014accidents, deaths\u2014that might have been avoided if we had been further along, more forward-thinking. That\u2019s why it\u2019s crucial to always consider: Is the home a safe living space even without my presence?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>I was aware of this responsibility\u2014and it had a touch of madness to it.<\/strong>&nbsp;You grow into it. In the beginning, you have an idea of what will happen, and then everything seamlessly transitions. For over a year, things couldn&#8217;t be separated. Life was conceived and born in this home\u2014that too shapes the place and our responsibility. We hadn&#8217;t swapped out the eggs with dummies and were thus directly responsible for new life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Initially, I had no reservations about rehoming the young birds later.<\/strong>&nbsp;I knew they would go to the pigeon sanctuary. However, none of it was a clear decision from the start. I first had to learn how it all worked. For example, I wasn&#8217;t aware that pigeons claim their nesting site for three months. For the parent birds, this spot becomes home. If you remove the male and female, the male might harass the female to death trying to drive her back to the nest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>I learned that there is only a limited window of time. If you miss it, the cycle starts all over again:<\/strong>&nbsp;eggs are laid within two days, they hatch after 18 to 21 days, and the young are cared for for three months\u2014during which the parents already start breeding again. The conditions here were perfect: endless food, high in protein, constantly available. Unknowingly, I had provided all the stimuli that favor breeding. Care turned into over-providing. Peanuts, parsley, lettuce, carrots, fennel\u2014everything. Pure decadence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>This closeness obligated me to think further. What is the best possible next life for these animals?&nbsp;<\/strong>Meanwhile, my own daily life continued\u2014work, obligations\u2014but honestly, all of that was secondary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Then came a wood pigeon, our only truly wild bird.<\/strong>&nbsp;She was at most a week and a half old when she fell out of the nest. I hand-reared her, feeding her grains directly into her beak. The younger an animal is, the stronger the bond. I replaced her parents and siblings, imitating affection, grooming her head with my fingers. She clearly showed that she enjoyed it. Poopington, that was her name, had no fear of us at all. In this microcosm, it was clear: we carry the responsibility.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>This raised the crucial question: What options are there even? You can&#8217;t simply release an animal into the wild<\/strong>&nbsp;that has been fed species-appropriate food and never had to forage on the street. At the same time, I had to ask myself to what extent my own fear was limiting its destiny. Is it justified to take away its opportunity to experience, even for a short time, what freedom means? As a human, I cannot know what it feels like to fly. We can empathize\u2014but we can never truly know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Living with this uncertainty was extremely painful. The decision to rehome Poopington took a heavy toll on my mental health.<\/strong>&nbsp;I suffered immensely. I kept asking myself if I could expect the animals born here to suddenly be exposed to the harsh life on the street\u2014to pay a price for freedom that also resulted from my decisions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>In the end, we made a nuanced decision.<\/strong>&nbsp;After the mother died and it was clear that the father came from outside and knew that life, we took him to a managed pigeon loft. The young birds went to the pigeon sanctuary. I marked them all. For weeks, I went there daily, searching for my five pigeons among 500 to 800 others, recognizing them by the tag around their leg, checking their condition and their position in the flock. I even brought one pigeon back in the winter to nurse it back to health\u2014unwittingly introducing bacteria into my own flock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>In that year, I realized that letting go is part of it.<\/strong>&nbsp;The animals live on; I keep an eye on them, but they have their own social structures, partners, and lives. Even my relationship with pigeon droppings has fundamentally changed. I used to find them disgusting, in line with societal norms. Today, it\u2019s an almost affectionate attitude\u2014similar to changing a child&#8217;s diaper. It\u2019s smelly, yes, but it doesn&#8217;t gross me out. Pigeons are seed-eaters; their waste smells different from ours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Sometimes, though, you still get a rude awakening in the morning\u2014like when Nini sits on top of the shelf and poops on your head. Shit happens! [laughs]<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div id=\"de\" class=\"wp-block-group lang-de\"><div class=\"wp-block-group__inner-container is-layout-constrained wp-block-group-is-layout-constrained\">\n<p><strong>Betreute Taubenh\u00e4user sind ein Konzept, das eigentlich jede Stadt haben sollte.<\/strong><br>Denn Stadttauben sind keine \u201everwilderten Wildtiere\u201c, sondern Nachfahren domestizierter Tiere, die \u00fcber Jahrhunderte vom Menschen genutzt wurden und heute sich selbst \u00fcberlassen sind. Dieses Problem l\u00f6st sich nicht von allein. Deshalb fordern viele St\u00e4dte und Tiersch\u00fctzer:innen ein fl\u00e4chendeckendes Netz betreuter Taubenschl\u00e4ge. Diese Taubenh\u00e4user bieten Brutpl\u00e4tze, artgerechtes Futter und Wasser. Sie erm\u00f6glichen es au\u00dferdem, kranke oder geschw\u00e4chte Tiere direkt vor Ort zu versorgen und medizinisch zu behandeln. Ein zentraler Aspekt ist die humane Populationskontrolle: Die Eier werden durch Attrappen ersetzt, sodass die Brut unterbrochen wird, ohne den Tieren zu schaden. Die Tauben k\u00f6nnen frei ein- und ausfliegen. Ehrenamtliche k\u00fcmmern sich meist um die Betreuung: Sie reinigen die Schl\u00e4ge, f\u00fcttern, wechseln die Tr\u00e4nken und behalten die Tiere im Blick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Der Umgang mit toten Tauben im Stadtraum ist dagegen meist von Ignoranz gepr\u00e4gt.<\/strong><br>Ein \u00fcberfahrener Taubenk\u00f6rper wird behandelt wie ein zerdr\u00fcckter Tetrapak \u2013 etwas, das als M\u00fcll wahrgenommen wird, als w\u00e4re es nie lebendig gewesen. Die physische Dynamik ist \u00e4hnlich: Ein Auto trifft auf einen K\u00f6rper, der Inhalt verteilt sich, und zur\u00fcck bleibt etwas, das man \u00fcbersieht oder wegschiebt. Als ich begann, tote Tauben zu fotografieren, sch\u00e4mte ich mich zutiefst, Mensch zu sein. Denn in diesem Moment wird klar, wie sehr wir Verantwortung aus unserem Bewusstsein verdr\u00e4ngt haben. Die Tiere sind da, aber wir f\u00fchlen uns nicht zust\u00e4ndig. Wir helfen nicht, wir wollen das Problem nicht wirklich l\u00f6sen, sondern nur, dass die Tauben verschwinden \u2013 als w\u00e4ren sie eine invasive Plage, die sich eigenst\u00e4ndig dazu entschlossen hat, uns zu bel\u00e4stigen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Mit flugf\u00e4higen Tauben an einem kleinen Ort zu leben, ist eine massive Umstellung.<\/strong><br>Sie fliegen \u00fcberall hin, bevorzugt nach oben, und hinterlassen \u00fcberall ihre Spuren. Es gibt keinen hygienisch abgeschotteten Safe Space, keine K\u00fcche, die verschont bleibt. Am Anfang war es f\u00fcr mich eine gro\u00dfe mentale Herausforderung, diese Belastung auszublenden. Das eigene Zuhause ist eigentlich ein R\u00fcckzugsort, ein Raum, in dem man die H\u00fcllen fallen l\u00e4sst. Pl\u00f6tzlich wurde alles extrem verdichtet: Arbeit, Alltag, Verantwortung, Beobachtung \u2013 auch aus k\u00fcnstlerischem Interesse. Unser Zuhause hat sich sichtbar ver\u00e4ndert. \u00dcberall dort, wo die Tauben nicht hinmachen sollten, lagen Wickelunterlagen. Gleichzeitig markierten sie die Orte, an denen es erlaubt war. Visuell bekam der Raum ein v\u00f6llig anderes Gef\u00fchl. Und auch der Rhythmus des Alltags wurde von den Tauben bestimmt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Morgens begann der Tag oft mit Putzen.<\/strong><br>In den schlimmsten Phasen stand ich auf und kroch mit einem Ceranfeld-Schaber \u00fcber den Boden \u2013 einem dieser \u201ePutzboys\u201c aus der Drogerie \u2013 und schabte die getrockneten Hinterlassenschaften ab, kehrte sie zusammen und wartete bewusst, bis alles trocken war, weil es sich dann leichter entfernen lie\u00df. Die ersten 30 bis 45 Minuten des Tages bestanden nur daraus. Erst danach versorgte ich die Tiere, und irgendwann mittags trank ich meinen ersten Kaffee. Ich stellte mich selbst komplett hinten an. Diese Zeit hatte viel mit Selbstf\u00fcrsorge zu tun \u2013 oder besser: mit dem Erkennen der eigenen Grenzen. Diese Phase dauerte knapp ein Jahr. Dann zog die erste behinderte Taube bei uns ein, und etwas ver\u00e4nderte sich grundlegend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Mit ihr wurde mir klar, dass diese Situation nicht ewig so bleiben w\u00fcrde.<\/strong><br>Die Phase mit flugf\u00e4higen Tauben hatte ein Ende. Es ging pl\u00f6tzlich weniger um Chaos und mehr um Beziehung. Um gegenseitiges Lernen, um das Sich-Einlassen auf das Wesen dieses Tieres. Die erste behinderte Taube, die bei uns einzog, hie\u00df Boggy. Ich hatte ihn selbst auf der Stra\u00dfe gefunden. Er mag mich bis heute nicht besonders \u2013 aber ich habe ihn trotzdem mitgenommen, weil ich gemerkt habe, dass er auf dem Taubenhof nicht die F\u00fcrsorge bekam, die er gebraucht h\u00e4tte, um wirklich ein gutes, vielleicht sogar luxuri\u00f6ses Taubenleben f\u00fchren zu k\u00f6nnen. Auch meine Wahrnehmung des eigenen Zuhauses ver\u00e4nderte sich dadurch erneut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Wer mit Tauben lebt, muss sich klar \u00fcber ihre Bed\u00fcrfnisse sein.<\/strong><br>Man muss definieren, worauf man sich einl\u00e4sst: Was ist Normalit\u00e4t im eigenen Zuhause, und wie verschiebt sich diese Definition im R\u00fcckblick? Seit die Tiere hier leben, f\u00fchlt sich mein Zuhause mehr nach Zuhause an als je zuvor. Die Qualit\u00e4t des Lebens in diesen vier W\u00e4nden ist gestiegen \u2013 auch wenn Freunde das ganz anders sehen. Von au\u00dfen wirkt es so, als h\u00e4tte ich kaum noch soziale Kontakte, w\u00fcrde Freundschaften vernachl\u00e4ssigen und k\u00f6nnte nicht mehr verreisen. Tats\u00e4chlich sind wir durch das t\u00e4gliche F\u00fcttern und Versorgen von Hunderten Tauben gebunden. Diese Tiere sind abh\u00e4ngig von uns. Spontan in den Urlaub fliegen ist unm\u00f6glich. Emotional ist das extrem \u2013 sie haben f\u00fcr mich einen Stellenwert wie Kinder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Diese Verantwortung zeigt sich auch in allt\u00e4glichen Situationen.<\/strong><br>Neulich erz\u00e4hlte ich Freunden, dass wir bald wandern gehen wollen. Gleichzeitig erkl\u00e4rte ich, dass wir zwei Tage vorher nach Belgien in eine Klinik m\u00fcssen, um unsere Taube Kleini sterilisieren zu lassen beziehungsweise einen Chip implantieren zu lassen. Ich wusste nicht, wie sie darauf reagieren w\u00fcrde. Es konnte gut sein, dass Kleini und Schmutzi beim Wandern mitkommen m\u00fcssten \u2013 eingepackt im Rucksack. Viele reagieren darauf verst\u00e4ndnislos. Tauben gelten nicht als typische Haustiere. Aber es geht nicht nur darum, Haustiere zu haben, sondern Haustiere mit besonderen Bed\u00fcrfnissen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Diese Bed\u00fcrfnisse verlangen permanente Anpassung.<\/strong><br>Man muss sich fragen, was die Tiere leisten k\u00f6nnen, wenn man abwesend ist, und welche Risiken bestehen. In den vergangenen Jahren sind Dinge passiert \u2013 Unf\u00e4lle, Todesf\u00e4lle \u2013, die man vielleicht h\u00e4tte vermeiden k\u00f6nnen, wenn man weiter gewesen w\u00e4re, vorausschauender. Deshalb ist es entscheidend, immer mitzudenken: Ist das Zuhause auch ohne meine Anwesenheit ein sicherer Lebensraum?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Diese Verantwortung war mir bewusst \u2013 und sie hatte etwas Wahnsinniges.<\/strong><br>Man w\u00e4chst hinein. Am Anfang hat man eine Vorstellung davon, was passieren wird, und dann geht alles nahtlos ineinander \u00fcber. \u00dcber ein Jahr lang lie\u00df sich das nicht trennen. In diesem Zuhause wurde Leben gezeugt und geboren \u2013 auch das pr\u00e4gt den Ort und unsere Verantwortung. Wir hatten Eier nicht ausgetauscht und waren damit direkt mitverantwortlich f\u00fcr neues Leben.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Zun\u00e4chst hatte ich keine Bedenken, die Jungtiere sp\u00e4ter abzugeben.<\/strong><br>Ich wusste, sie w\u00fcrden auf den Taubenhof kommen. Doch nichts davon war von Anfang an endg\u00fcltig entschieden. Ich musste erst lernen, wie das alles funktioniert. Zum Beispiel war mir nicht bewusst, dass Tauben drei Monate lang Anspruch auf ihren Nestort haben. F\u00fcr die Elterntiere wird dieser Ort zum Zuhause. Nimmt man M\u00e4nnchen und Weibchen heraus, kann das M\u00e4nnchen das Weibchen zu Tode hetzen, um sie zur\u00fcck zum Nest zu treiben.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Ich lernte, dass es nur ein begrenztes Zeitfenster gibt.<\/strong><br>Verpasst man es, beginnt der Kreislauf von vorn: Innerhalb von zwei Tagen werden Eier gelegt, nach 18 bis 21 Tagen schl\u00fcpfen sie, drei Monate lang werden die Jungen versorgt \u2013 w\u00e4hrenddessen beginnen die Eltern bereits wieder zu br\u00fcten. Die Bedingungen waren hier perfekt: Futter ohne Ende, proteinreich, konstant verf\u00fcgbar. Unbewusst hatte ich alle Stimuli geliefert, die Brut beg\u00fcnstigen. Aus F\u00fcrsorge wurde \u00dcberversorgung. Erdn\u00fcsse, Petersilie, Salat, M\u00f6hren, Fenchel \u2013 alles. Dekadenz pur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Diese N\u00e4he verpflichtete mich, weiterzudenken.<\/strong><br>Was ist das bestm\u00f6gliche n\u00e4chste Leben f\u00fcr diese Tiere? Gleichzeitig lief mein eigener Alltag weiter \u2013 Arbeit, Verpflichtungen \u2013, aber ehrlich gesagt war das alles zweitrangig.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Hinzu kam eine Ringeltaube, unsere einzige wirklich wilde Taube.<\/strong><br>Sie war h\u00f6chstens anderthalb Wochen alt, als sie aus dem Nest gefallen war. Ich zog sie von Hand auf, f\u00fctterte sie mit K\u00f6rnern, direkt in den Schnabel. Je j\u00fcnger ein Tier ist, desto st\u00e4rker bindet es sich. Ich ersetzte Eltern und Geschwister, imitierte Zuwendung, putzte ihren Kopf mit den Fingern. Sie zeigte deutlich, dass ihr das gefiel. Poopington, so hie\u00df sie, hatte keinerlei Angst vor uns. In diesem Mikrokosmos war klar: Wir tragen die Verantwortung.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Damit stellte sich die entscheidende Frage: Welche Optionen gibt es \u00fcberhaupt?<\/strong><br>Ein Tier, das artgerecht gef\u00fcttert wurde und nie auf der Stra\u00dfe Nahrung suchen musste, kann man nicht einfach auswildern. Gleichzeitig musste ich mich fragen, inwiefern meine eigene Angst seine Lebensbestimmung einschr\u00e4nkt. Ist es gerechtfertigt, ihm die M\u00f6glichkeit zu nehmen, auch nur f\u00fcr kurze Zeit, zu erfahren, was Freiheit bedeutet? Als Mensch kann ich nicht wissen, wie es sich anf\u00fchlt, zu fliegen. Wir k\u00f6nnen uns hineinversetzen \u2013 aber nie wirklich wissen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Mit dieser Unsicherheit zu leben, war extrem schmerzhaft.<\/strong><br>Die Entscheidung, Poopington abzugeben, hat mich psychisch sehr belastet. Ich litt enorm. Immer wieder fragte ich mich, ob ich den hier geborenen Tieren zumuten kann, pl\u00f6tzlich dem harten Stra\u00dfenleben ausgesetzt zu werden \u2013 einen Preis f\u00fcr Freiheit zu zahlen, der auch aus meinen Entscheidungen resultierte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Am Ende trafen wir eine differenzierte Entscheidung.<\/strong><br>Nachdem die Mutter verstorben war und klar war, dass der Vater von drau\u00dfen kam und das Leben dort kannte, brachten wir ihn in einen betreuten Taubenschlag. Die Jungtiere kamen auf den Taubenhof. Ich markierte sie alle. Wochenlang war ich t\u00e4glich dort, suchte meine f\u00fcnf Tauben zwischen 500 bis 800 anderen, erkannte sie an ihren Fu\u00dfringen, \u00fcberpr\u00fcfte ihren Zustand, ihre Stellung in der Gruppe. Eine Taube holte ich im Winter sogar zur\u00fcck, pflegte sie gesund \u2013 und schleppte dabei ungewollt Bakterien in meinen eigenen Bestand ein.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>In diesem Jahr wurde mir klar, dass Loslassen dazugeh\u00f6rt.<\/strong><br>Die Tiere leben weiter, ich habe ein Auge auf sie, aber sie haben ihre eigenen sozialen Strukturen, Partner, Leben. Und auch mein Verh\u00e4ltnis zu Taubenkot hat sich grundlegend ver\u00e4ndert. Fr\u00fcher empfand ich ihn als etwas Ekliges, ganz im Sinne gesellschaftlicher Normen. Heute ist es eine fast liebevolle Haltung \u2013 \u00e4hnlich wie beim Windelwechseln bei Kindern. Es riecht, ja, aber es ekelt nicht. Tauben sind K\u00f6rnerfresser, ihre Hinterlassenschaften riechen anders als unsere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Manchmal wird man morgens trotzdem unsanft geweckt.<\/strong><br>Wenn Nini oben auf dem Regal sitzt und einem auf den Kopf kackt. Das haben wir uns nicht ausgesucht \u2013 aber es passiert. Leider t\u00e4glich. 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