Tuesday, August 28, 2012

The Pigeon Coop

Hello Friends!

Thank you for all of the love and comments about my "empty" nest.  I am coping with the new change.  How about you?

Speaking of change, I hope we aren't the only family that sees each other every day yet some weeks our communication is less than stellar.
(I take most of the credit this week as I am on allergy medication.  I should really not be trusted with anything because of this.)

Yesterday morning as I was walking out the door to take the girls to school, the hubby looks at me and says, "Are you okay taking care of things while I'm gone?"

Huh?

Apparently he had a work trip this week.  In all of my "all-about-me-ness" and medicated stupor, this was news to me.  It wasn't too big of a deal, but
when he's gone, this means that I am in charge of all of the animals around here.  

And let's just say I am sometimes not the most reliable of help.  My version of taking care of things is typically "keeping them alive".  I can sometimes get distracted.  Let's not mention here the time I fed all of the hunting dogs the wrong food. (When they are competing, this is kind of a big deal). Or the time I accidentally let the gate open while one of the females was in season.  Or...well, nevermind.

Just in case you were wondering, all are doing fine.  I don't think I've messed anything up this time.  Last night while I was walking up to the house I noticed a stray pigeon on the roof that didn't get home the day before.
So here goes a blog about our pigeons and why we have them.

See these coops my hubby built?
(My favorite part is the little screen porch he made out of rabbit cages on the side).


These are all homing pigeons that he uses to train the bird dogs.
 (Enter Laurie's version of "Homing Pigeons and Bird Dogs for Dummies".)

See how big Clay has grown since he was a puppy? (Clay as a puppy post)

The pigeons are carried from the coop into the orange bag until it is ready to be placed on the ground for the puppy to find it. 
Caleb is really good about tucking their wings under to "plant" them.  I am not good at this.  When I "plant" birds, they don't stay. Mine usually walk around like those pigeons do in those kids books "Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus".  Except ours don't talk.
Then Clay, or random bird dog of your choosing, will crouch all super-hero style up onto the bird to point it. 
The bird will fly away and eventually return back to it's home (the coop).



While the bird is flying around, Clay will run all over creation like a wild banchee, in his mind saying, "Birds, Birds, Birds!"


Here he is retrieving a quail wing.  Good boy, Clay!





When the pigeons aren't being used for the dogs, they really like to sit on our roof in the afternoon.  Or get gravel out of the girls' sandbox.  Or fly around in perfect symmetry. Or do whatever it is that pigeons do all day.



When I went to close the coop up last night, I saw we have a baby. 
Aren't baby pigeons ugly?


 Here was a Mama sitting on an egg.  Which reminds me, I really want chickens.


 But for now I guess I'll settle for homing pigeons.  
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2 comments:

  1. Your "typical days" at home sound so fun! :) And, all of the animals are super cute - even the baby pigeon . . . I bet your girls absolutely LOVE them all. Thanks for sharing your days with us. I know it makes me smile. Have a great one Laurie. Love, Rachael

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  2. If ever i had a friend who needed chickens it's YOU! Could i get you one for your birthday?

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