I have fond memories of pigeons. My brother and my
father raised homing pigeons when I was a kid.
They banded them, raced them, and clocked them.
They also held them in their hands and talked to them.
One of the pigeon’s name was Sarge. He was a champion.
He made it home before all the other birds.
I know I could not hold a bird in my hand. It would freak
me out. Even so, I remember watching my brother and
my father watching for the birds in the sky. In all sorts of
weather. I have read numerous historical fiction books
about pigeons being used in wartime to send messages
and perform other tasks. I think this pigeon was my
across the street neighbor’s pigeon, it landed on my roof.
And them it flew home where it belonged.
TOH to date: 318 hours and 15 min.
