My father and I used to race pigeons when I was a young fella. I really used to enjoy waiting patiently for a flock of racing pigeons to fly over and see one peel off and land on our loft, removing the special ring and placing it in the clock and winding the stamp. The next highlight was at the club house that night listening to all the men talking and waiting for the results.
But enough of my babbling, I like pigeons and would never shoot one. I was only thinking yesterday about how many’s air rifle hunters shoot pigeons and that one day there will be no more to shoot. What with natural predators, council baiting programs etc I think their fate is sealed, but I may be wrong. Give the poor bird a break. You never know he or she might find a mate and restock the area.
Gary