ch pied

from its introduction in 1983, their has been nothing but prob's with the health of pigeon's .

so do i

the flip side to this , would be under medication , resulting in restance to any futher medication if needed . i am not advocating bang this & that med into them on a routine basis . if a loft has a prob . the correct use of a med can sort it , then its down to the bird's own immune system to kick in . in loft.s where anti-bio's are used week in & week out , i agree the immune system is shot .

its one big gray area , when med's are used for health enhancing / performance enhancing . in the end it is good bird's , that are prepared & motivated that win race's . sick bird's don't .

It don't take much for the E-Coli to rear its ugly head , then go full blowen . which can be one of the factor's involved with YBS

ha .ha

fishing ...lol

brilliant,,,lol

another method of racing with y/bird's , but were the cloggie's & belgie's the only fancier's using this method in year's gone by

do i get a signed copy,,lol

its true form , racing cock's .

widowhood , widowhood darkness widowerhood , celibacy either sex jealousy natural natural darkness , and all the derivatives that may be used within each system . where the said system's the preserve of our continental cousin's , or where the more forward thinking fancier's in the uk , playing these method's from the 1930's , but keeping it very close to their chest's ?

yes , its rosscrea ,

NIPA 09 Young Birds: 11th July Navan or Mullingar for Sections A, H, B, C & F. 11th July Tullamore for Sections D, E & G. 18th July Navan or Mullingar for Sections A, H, B, C & F. 18th July Tullamore for Sections D, E & G. 25th July Tullamore for Sections A, H, B, C & F. 25th July Roscrea for Sections D, E & G. 1st August Roscrea, 8th August Clonmel (1), 15th August Clonmel (2), 22nd Fermoy (1), 29th August Talbenny Nat, 29th August Tullamore, 5th September Fermoy (2) & Fermoy 5 Bird Nom, 12th September Rosscarbery Nat, 19th September Fermoy (3). IRISH NAT FLYING CLUB , race's have to be slotted in with this programe . march or die , lol

PMSL

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There are two statues in a park; one of a nude man and one of a nude woman. They had been facing each other across a pathway for a hundred years, when one day an angel comes down from the sky and, with a single gesture, brings the two to life. The angel tells them, "As a reward for being so patient through a hundred blazing summers and dismal winters, you have been given life for thirty minutes to do what you've wished to do the most." He looks at her, she looks at him, and they go running behind the shrubbery. The angel waits patiently as the bushes rustle and giggling ensues. After fifteen minutes, the two return, out of breath and laughing. The angel tells them, "Um, you have fifteen minutes left." "Shall we do it again?" he asks her "Shall we?" She eagerly replies, "Oh, yes, let's! But let's change positions. This time, I'll hold the pigeon down, and you sh** on its head."

An old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From > morning until night (and sometimes later), she was always complaining > about something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out > plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow a lot. > > > One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the > field. He drove the mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began > to eat his lunch. > > Immediately, his wife began nagging him again. Complain, nag, nag; it > just went on and on. All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both > hind feet -- caught her smack in the back of the head. Killed her dead > on the spot. > > At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something > rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he > would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a > male mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake > his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the minister decided > to ask the old farmer about it. So after the funeral, the minister > spoke to the old farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and > agreed with all the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with > the men. > > The old farmer said, "Well, the women would come up and say something > about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod > my head in agreement." > > "And what about the men?" the minister asked. > > "They wanted to know if the mule was for sale." >>

like most on here i couldent give a flying *expletive removed* ,, if some one posted in swahili , do what you feel for ,

if it does what it says on the tin , then its a good buy

G.C.H.Q. CHELTENHAM . micro - wave communication's .

on any lib ,the first thing conciderd should be the longest flyer's , is the weather going to hold for them , do they have a fair crack of the whip . with some of the late lib's that we had this last couple of year's , have proved they can turn into a gutting session for the long flyer's , even on a fair day , but as they say , the gurnnie baby get's all the milk

still no lib time's for to-day on NIPA site , its of little use to anyone