
Now he is a beautiful pigeon. I don't think I have ever had a pigeon that looks better, handles better, is more intelligent, and has a better pedigree.
He also had all the tosses, from half a mile, when he was a tiny wee bloke, to the last one before the first race and never did a thing wrong.
He nearly went to the first smash race that year and became falcon food.

He's also paired to the Billion dollar baby, their youngsters are popular.
So when he wandered out and went for fly on Wednesday, I was sort of okay with it, and sort of panicking. He spent the night out and appeared beside me on the ground the next morning.
I'm getting these things homed, but it's shortening my life
