Sitting watching the young birds flying and drinking coffee at 10.15 this morning, all is peaceful and quiet.Suddenly the phone rings!! A very loud and aggresive voice informs me that he has a young bird belonging to my club member and I better do something about it pronto!! I placate him and he goes off the phone mumbling threats and I go back to my coffee. Ten minutes passes and the phone rings again, the same fancier now all apologetic informs me that the bird in question had been bred for him by my club member and duly transferred. I say "Okay son" and go back to my coffee again I can heartily recommend the life of a pigeon club secretary.