Rough start.
Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2022 7:23 am
My mate David had one of my rings left, and announced that he had put it on a baby off the good yearling cock which won three races and was in the top three nearly every week last year. He's a Heremans x Van den Bulck x Pitbull type of thing. Real speedster, and tough and hardy.
Beautiful pigeon. Faultless.
I went to his place and handled her when she was in the nest. Super youngster. David was adamant, it's for racing, not for keeping.
It kind of went a bit pear shaped.
He came in to fill up one of his vehicles one day, and told me he would bring the baby to me that evening, as it was being knocked around a little bit. I did a bit of arithmetic, and thought it was a bit soon. But, okay, it is what it is.
He dropped it off in the evening, it was pretty small, fully feathered under the wings, but had been chased and was jittery. I put her in a hamper with food and water and left her in the garage for the night. Next day I put her in the loft and the big youngsters chased her and she ended up pecked on the back of the neck.
So for the next week we have been putting ointment on the back of her neck every night, and putting her in a box with food and water, and putting her in the shed for a bit longer every day.
Today it bucketed down rain while they were out. They were all upside down on the roof and in the garden, the wee one got soaked and it washed the ointment off her neck, it is healed up lovely. When I called them in they were very good, all in except the wee one, who mucked around for a minute and then dropped in the sputnik.
I was going to put her back in the garage for the night, but no! She was in a feed tray having a good feed, and bashing any big youngster who tried to push her out.
I was so proud of her!
Beautiful pigeon. Faultless.
I went to his place and handled her when she was in the nest. Super youngster. David was adamant, it's for racing, not for keeping.

It kind of went a bit pear shaped.
He came in to fill up one of his vehicles one day, and told me he would bring the baby to me that evening, as it was being knocked around a little bit. I did a bit of arithmetic, and thought it was a bit soon. But, okay, it is what it is.
He dropped it off in the evening, it was pretty small, fully feathered under the wings, but had been chased and was jittery. I put her in a hamper with food and water and left her in the garage for the night. Next day I put her in the loft and the big youngsters chased her and she ended up pecked on the back of the neck.
So for the next week we have been putting ointment on the back of her neck every night, and putting her in a box with food and water, and putting her in the shed for a bit longer every day.
Today it bucketed down rain while they were out. They were all upside down on the roof and in the garden, the wee one got soaked and it washed the ointment off her neck, it is healed up lovely. When I called them in they were very good, all in except the wee one, who mucked around for a minute and then dropped in the sputnik.

I was going to put her back in the garage for the night, but no! She was in a feed tray having a good feed, and bashing any big youngster who tried to push her out.
I was so proud of her!
