Beechfield.
These pigeons have me in circles. I now have the hen back sitting her egg and the cock was doing his sitting when I got home from work. I had the loft sealed to stop any of the squeakers slipping through the bob wires and there I was watching the news and the hen lands on the sun room window and gives me a dirty look. She flitted to the herb garden fence as I walked to the loft, ran along beside me on the garage roof and then dived into the loft the minute I opened the door. Keen? Eh.
Later.
I’m no longer sure which bird is which sex. The cock was sitting the single egg and now there are two!
The Wee Res.
The Luckster for a walk and the BWFD (Big White Fluffy Dog) for a swim.
Lucky looking very much a nice pup but other than doing what he’s asked in a very limited way there’s not much to tell just now. He’s on the verge of sitting on command but no further. I took the launcher and a pigeon. It was difficult to tell what was going on as the swallows had a habit of being just six inches off the ground in front of him at inopportune moments. I think he was about to acknowledge the bird but a swallow distracted him and I had to launch the bird. It startled him and he gave a wee yelp but it didn’t affect him for long.
