Not as good as I wanted, again.
I have a two year old cock bird who had one race last year. The race was a bit of a disaster, and he arrived home in a box. Many didn't.
So I set him up for the sprint series, gave him a nest box and a mate, and sent him to the first two races. He was not very impressive in either,

, but when his hen laid a new pair of eggs, and he arrived home from a toss on Friday and dived in the trap, I was pleased.
On Sunday night I handed him to a bloke to mark him. He commented on how good the pigeon felt. I told him I thought the pigeon could win.
Imagine my disappointment when my clock pigeon was one returned from the race a fortnight ago, having it's first go, was 10 minutes off the winner, and the dark cock did not arrive.
This morning I was hoping he would be back. No.
I had written him off as another one that isn't much good. Then this afternoon Catherine called me. He had arrived home and she had put him away. When I got home I found he had a bad injury on his chest. He's been chased into something. Must have been yesterday, as the wound was forming a scab. A bit of first aid, and he will be okay.
How quickly we write them off if they fail to make us look good. The pigeon still might not be much good, but it isn't his fault.
One has to wonder how hard it was to get home to his family after suffering that injury?