A friend and I stopped at an overlook a couple of weeks ago and while we were standing there, admiring the view, a man drove up, got out of his car, and nonchalantly began removing boxes from the trunk and lining them up on the wall.
We stared rudely, exchanging a quick glance. We heard a rustling from within the boxes. Finally, he said, “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” responded my friend and, braver than I, she said, “May we ask what’s in the boxes?”
“Homing pigeons!” he responded cheerfully.
“Oh,” we both hurried forward and peered into the boxes. Beady red eyes peered back at us and the pigeons began cooing peacefully.
We hovered and I snapped a few photos while the man released some pigeons and told us about how they were being trained for a race.
It was tough to catch a photo of a pigeon flying out of his hands. They’re wings beat so quickly that it’s tough to get the shutter speed right!
I just like this one because he looks like a pitcher rounding up for a pitch.
Actually, he lets them go like this.
I think that’s my best photo.
Amazing who you run into at the moments when you least expect it!