Oh yes. More than 20 years ago in New Zealand I had a tiny loft, 2 metres long x 1.4 metres deep. In it were 9 boxes in 3 rows of three. At one point 8 of the 9 cocks had won at least one race, some had won several. And I was in a terrible position, right out the front of the Federation, and off to one side. My pigeons had to break off and come across to me.
One year I had a yearling Staf Van Reet cock who went the first 5 weeks and was 2nd, 2nd, 1st, 1st, 1st in the club and 9th and 7th out of over a thousand in the Fed, despite having to fly across country to me.
That was when I first became reluctant to use medication on my racing birds. Those cocks were in such perfect order that year that I was too scared to give them as much as a Disprin in case I flattened the form. A mate came round one Sunday, he was telling me how he'd given them their Ronivet after the race, and I should too. As I put the nettle tea in the drinker for them I reminded him that I had beaten him yesterday and didn't even own any medications
