
My good mate David is gathering things up at his freight depot in Bendigo.
We were talking about the breeding season coming, and one pigeon came up.
Last year he was on the other side of the country, in Perth, for his daughter's basketball competition. For a week or so I was caring for his pigeons, and selected a team to go to the big combine race. He won it


Anyway, on the phone, he said to me, there's a pair of youngsters on the floor in the end section.
Yes, I said.
Take one, he said. So I took the pied hen.
Yesterday I asked him what the young hen was off.
He told me.



