Why do we love our pigeons?
Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2026 9:03 am
Just for a change of pace, something friendly and happy, I'll go first.
All my working life I said I was going to retire and race pigeons. All the years I was working I was trying to find the time to really do them well. Now I am retired and I am having a ball
When I go to the loft I love that they all get excited, Ronnie the yearling grizzle pulling my woolly hat off, Baby Dot the Pitbull marching from one shoulder to the other daring anyone to push him off.
In the hen's side playing peek a boo with the Billion Dollar Baby and Free Beer,
it is a joy.
But they are racing pigeons and I'm an old jockey. I want to win. And I'm not stuck in the mindset of breed plenty, send plenty and hope your number comes up.
A lot of the pleasure I get from them is from looking at what you have and working out how you can win with them.
In NZ just before we came to Australia 20 years ago I had a small loft with 9 widow cocks in it. 8 of them had won at least 1 race, most of them had won several. That's all I had.
Here in Australia I've had to unlearn a lot of things. But the same desire remains.
Back in 2014 I started again and my young cock "The Diver" on eggs and small babies, won his first three weeks in a row and the rest of the sprint series was immediately cancelled because of excessive sulking.
The old Diver is still here, he's a 2013 pigeon, so he's getting on a bit. He flies out and is happy.
Last year after we moved to the country I bred a small team of youngsters. The expectation is that after a move, especially a long move, you might take a few seasons to regain your old form. Nope. That was the best team of youngsters I have ever had. Or even seen
They would fly 90 minutes in the morning and 60 minutes in the afternoon, like rockets. They would fly a 20 mile toss in 19 minutes every time.
Going out to the first race liberation with David Cox, he asked if they were going good? I just grinned.
When we got there I phoned Catherine and said they would be home in 55 to 60 minutes. I could see Davey doing the arithmetic in his head as he went behind the trailer to relieve himself.
They actually took 63 minutes.
Anyway, off they went, a small group took off while most of them did a few swirling circles. We won the race by 130 metres per minute, and a few days later I was told that I couldn't go in the rest of the sprint series, due to excessive sulking.
This is why I love the pigeon sport. My pigeons are my friends. I go in the loft and pick them up and talk to them, they interact with me.
I love winning races, and I'd rather set up one to win than 50 to loose.
All my working life I said I was going to retire and race pigeons. All the years I was working I was trying to find the time to really do them well. Now I am retired and I am having a ball
When I go to the loft I love that they all get excited, Ronnie the yearling grizzle pulling my woolly hat off, Baby Dot the Pitbull marching from one shoulder to the other daring anyone to push him off.
In the hen's side playing peek a boo with the Billion Dollar Baby and Free Beer,
But they are racing pigeons and I'm an old jockey. I want to win. And I'm not stuck in the mindset of breed plenty, send plenty and hope your number comes up.
A lot of the pleasure I get from them is from looking at what you have and working out how you can win with them.
In NZ just before we came to Australia 20 years ago I had a small loft with 9 widow cocks in it. 8 of them had won at least 1 race, most of them had won several. That's all I had.
Here in Australia I've had to unlearn a lot of things. But the same desire remains.
Back in 2014 I started again and my young cock "The Diver" on eggs and small babies, won his first three weeks in a row and the rest of the sprint series was immediately cancelled because of excessive sulking.
Last year after we moved to the country I bred a small team of youngsters. The expectation is that after a move, especially a long move, you might take a few seasons to regain your old form. Nope. That was the best team of youngsters I have ever had. Or even seen
Going out to the first race liberation with David Cox, he asked if they were going good? I just grinned.
When we got there I phoned Catherine and said they would be home in 55 to 60 minutes. I could see Davey doing the arithmetic in his head as he went behind the trailer to relieve himself.
Anyway, off they went, a small group took off while most of them did a few swirling circles. We won the race by 130 metres per minute, and a few days later I was told that I couldn't go in the rest of the sprint series, due to excessive sulking.
This is why I love the pigeon sport. My pigeons are my friends. I go in the loft and pick them up and talk to them, they interact with me.
I love winning races, and I'd rather set up one to win than 50 to loose.