That's a real shame. Atleast you found a home for her. It's a wonder that the owner hadn't contacted the shelter to see if she had turned up. My mum used to breed clumber spaniels and springers. We used to do field trials and hunts. It was great but I was too young for my own dog so I just used to do the beating. We got paid £5-10 a day!
I always thought she'd probably gotten lost at an area trial by an out-of-state owner or handler who couldn't stay around, and had no idea where to search.
Maybe. I guess this was before the era of microchips.
I don't think so; never thought about that.
Nothing technically.
The best pigeon I ever owned was a feral squab I raised by hand "Jackson". He flew home from Gateneau Quebec to Moncton NB Canada after being imprisoned for close to a year a distance of 719 miles by car. (Not exactly as shown but so close I would have a hard time to tell the difference).
Imprisoned? What makes me think there's an interesting tale in there?
I could tell Jackson parents were good racing stock but could not catch either of them so I robbed the nest that was located beneath the Gunningsville bridge (horse and buggy structure now is long gone and replaced). I may have been 12 years old at the time. I sold the bird to a fellow fancier who moved away to Gatineau when the bird was about 10 years old. I advised to never release him as I had already sold him a number of times and the new owners finally just gave up on him and told me to keep him after raising champion birds from his offspring. I guestimate his age at about 16 years old when he finally gave up the ghost in his home loft in Moncton.
I think I saw the post! That's very impressive! how long did it take?
