On Monday morning we had a pigeon confronted by our rotti. He didn't hurt it. Noticed there were bands on its legs so we looked up the number on a racing pigeon site and there it was. The owners number and where it was from and where it was going. With in twenty-four hours this little belgium bloodline worth about one thousand dollars was on a race going home. It had already done a six hour car drive from Northbay to Bradford.
Man, these birds sure can go fast and find their way home. It's pretty neat. I went out and got food for it and water and it is in my house fast asleep. The thing was so tired it couldn't fly anymore. The owner was really appreciative and wanted to pay us but we said no. He said I was a real caring person and would be by to pick it up Sat. He's bringing his elleven year old son who has a mild form of autisim. (Asperger syndrome) He said in all his years of pigeon raceing he's lost afew birds. People will keep them and breed them. He has one racing pigeon that he paid fifteen hundred dollars for. This is an expensive hobby! Can't figure out why you would pay that for a bird just to let it fly away.
You don't know how good that felt for a stranger to say those words. After I got off the phone I said to myself hey wait a minute, we just got the boot out of a religion and lied about. How can I be a good person? It was a really weird moment for one second and then I said you bet I am!!!!!!