Everyone has an opinion about pigeons. Most see these birds as filthy flying rats. My father has had pigeons almost his entire life. It started as a hobby when he was 8 years old. It was a way to escape from an overcrowded house and dealing with reality of how poor they were. He kept homing pigeons. There were men who would meet and race these pigeons for money. Eventually my father would enter that world. He now has Fancy Pigeons. Some of them are beautiful. It even surprises me how pretty they are. I’m not fond of caging anything meant to fly. My father knows this. But he has done so much for Wildlife Groups nationally and locally. Whenever someone finds an injured bird no matter what it is my father receives a phone call. He has increased the numbers of a species that would no longer exist. He doesn’t see how awesome that is. He only made it to the 8th grade! I’m proud of him. I love him. This is for him.