years ago as a young kid i wanted a pigeon loft but always told no from my dad. then i found a drop out from a race walking about on the promenade portobello it did not have the strenth to fly so i picked it up and took it home we then stayed in a flat 3 flights up in my bedroom a cardbourd box was its home and getting fed on popcorn seed from the health food shop did not know then it had been to a race so i had the carbourd box open at one end pressed against the window so it could see out a few days passed befour my dad found out he went mental let it go he said no i am keeping it it is mine i said so my dad got the bird out the box opened the window and out went the bird to me screaming i went out to see if i could see it but it was gone a few hours later my dad shouted me up my dad was sitting watching the tv in living room with window open when my pigeon flew right in and landed on the mantel piece and sh** now it was his turn to scream i got my 7by 5 hut to keep him in and a few other birds fantails tumblers etc etc he was not to keen on me picking him up all the time and soon disapeard but if it was not for him would i have race birds now i wonder