My parents have a farm and it's overrun with wildlife. There are wild ducks all over from the fishing lakes. I had one in the workshop last weekend panicking! And of course lots of pigeons. So I suppose I could trap some and see if there is anything good amongst them. Now there's a thought!
I would think that if you kept them confined for a week or so, maybe as little as several days, with feed & water available, you'd stand a decent chance of having some of them returning when you released them.
That could well be, I have no clue, really. As I said, I know less than nothing about keeping pigeons.
I like ferals and considered starting just as you describe since I don't plan to race (I just like the status symbol of the bracelets
) but now that I have purchased birds I'd be scared of introducing something in a feral that my birds aren't resistant to.
I'm learning too! It's going to be a steep curve but I'm loving it!
I'll probably leave them alone then. Im sure I'll be able to buy some more locally. Just got to find a few clubs.I like ferals and considered starting just as you describe since I don't plan to race (I just like the status symbol of the bracelets
I've learned more on this thread just this morning than I ever knew I wanted to know about pigeons, and it's all your fault
It's great isn't it! This all happened completely by chance for me. When she first came back it's was a great feeling the second time I was really sad to see her go. When she didn't come straight back i thought she was gone. The seed had already been sowed! Then she returned and it was the best feeling ever! And here I am!I've learned more on this thread just this morning than I ever knew I wanted to know about pigeons, and it's all your fault
The local Animal Control called me one time, wanting to know if I was missing any bird dogs; seems I was better known than I thought. The lady said they were holding a female stray that had been id'd as a German Shorthair and was running out of time before having to be put down. The lady knew enough to know that it wasn't a German Shorthair at all, but an English Pointer...my breed. I told her to bring it by; I'd try to find the owner among my field trial connections, rather than see it gassed. Never did find the owner, but I worked the dog enough to know that she had an abundance of natural ability, or someone had done a pretty fair job of training her. I couldn't keep her; being unregistered, I couldn't run her in competition and wasn't foolish enough to breed her. I finally gave her to a young guy who was just looking for a dog to hunt over. I'd grown attached to her, and hated to see her go.
