On my long, luxurious walk today whilst the children were in school, I stopped by Jimmy Z’s house.
He showed me his racing pigeons. This one’s a baby.
They can fly from Idaho Falls in a few hours.
He doesn’t race them anymore, but when he did, he had to sit outside in his yard and wait and wait and wait looking at the sky for hours.
He says they have magnets in their brains, and their True North is really True H (for Home).
When they swoop over you, you can hear their wings whoosh, and it feels like you’re flying with them.