It`s a wonderful feeling mate,
it`s just starting to get dark your eyes are straining trying to make out if that speck in the distance is your all pooler or a woody off to roost, then you see it a little flick then the bird folds up careering towards his home and mate he is on the loft wings dropped , ready to take flight at the slightest movement all that pent up instinct after spending all day avoiding the pitfalls that can befall him and not sure that he can trust his owner until he realises he really is home safe and sound , a bit of corn thrown through the door and he is in, slowly fo