Pigeon Rescue

[rolodave]

So, I am sitting at my bench in the garage talking to Geezer and I look down and there is a huge pigeon giving me the eye.

Richard and I discussed whether the bird was ill or lost. I encouraged him (the pigeon) to leave but he rather liked where he was and kept coming back.

When I could view the legs he had bands on both. Richard said he must be a competitive homing bird and had gotten lost.

I called the local Racine Racing Pigeon club and talked to a rather surly fellow who said I had to get the numbers off the red band. After digging out some rather heavy leather gloves I corralled the beast and then realized I couldn't hold on to him and write down the numbers. After getting help from the Swiss Miss I had the info, more calls, left messages, etc. I was contacted by Fred who said it was his pigeon.


The bird had been in a 150 mile race Saturday and had gotten dehydrated, hungry, disoriented and lost.

After catching the bird again, I placed him in a recycle tub with water and safflower seed.

Fred will be down to pick up Fred Jr. tomorrow morning. The red on his wing is Fred's name.

My friend, Fred Jr.