when i was 13 years old i sat allday waiting for our only entry to nantes to arrive,my grandad who i helped said she wont come now its to dark and wet,but about 9.30 soaking wet and exhausted she dropped on the landing i was so excited (my first race), i ran up the garden to show my grandad
his first words were ' so what time did you clock her in'
but in my excitement i hadnt clocked her in,but we still won the race
she was a little dark cattryse hen.
that is my first expierence of racing pigeons,i dont no who was the wettest me or the hen