Who do you think you are by Adam Georgelin – Beginners to Winners – July 2016 – Volume 1, Issue 1

Who do you think you are? by Adam Georgelin

ag2AS I sit here behind my keyboard writing stories for your entertainment it has dawned on me, most of you will be thinking to yourself, who is this guy? I’ve never even heard of him let alone wanted any training, feeding or breeding advice from him.

I am not what you would call a seasoned flier by any means. Truth is I am actually a novice in the sport.

I am not here to profess I know everything about pigeon’s or how to care for and race your birds or even push any opinions on to you. I am purely here to entertain you with some of my stories and share advice I have received

I am a third generation pigeon fancier. My grandfather kept and raced pigeons from his home in Coburg through the 1940’s and 50’s until his early death in 1962 from what we in my family now could have been caused by “Pigeon Lung” which is an irritation of the lungs much like a food allergy or  hay fever, due to the dust on the birds feathers. From all reports he had his fair share of success while in the sport.

When I was a young boy my father who was also a lifelong lover of pigeons brought home a set of tumbler pigeon nest mates that he raised and flew around the roof at home much to the joy and excitement of myself and my brother.

It was maybe 12 months to 2 years after this that my dad obtained our own team of stock birds to kick start us in the game they came from an outgoing previous successful who would later become a close friend of mine and who I have written our first Fancier Profile on, Rod Clarke.

Over the next 3- 4 seasons my father and I raced as a team in the VRPU for Thomastown club with some exciting success until the unthinkable occurred yet again. My father developed the dreaded allergy to the pigeons as his father before him had.

Thankfully for him and for us, his family it has become better known over the years and a specialist advised my parents that the birds had to go as my dad had lost 50% of his lung function, much to the sadness of my father.

Some 10 years later it was my turn. Now in my own home and with a number of my friends either still involved with the birds or re entering the sport I felt it was my time to give this great sport a go.

Leading up to this I had discovered something that sparked my interests even more so than it had when I was a child. Looking through the online Pigeon Auction Catalogues I found a flier who my grandfather had known very well during his short life and who my father had later befriended when he joined the VRPU. On further reading of the catalogue I found that this man had secured a number of my grandfather’s birds after his death. I spent the next weeks, months, and years inquiring and reading the back ground of these birds.

Finally I was able to obtain a small group birds that are similar to those my grandfather had raced more than 60 years earlier, and I was off. In my mind, I had to breed a race team and get these birds on the track.

As it was my first year back in the game I bred a small team of 50 youngsters and began putting them through their paces. Unfortunately due to inexperience my first season was not a success. I managed to train the birds and get them home from races but I was a long way behind those with the knowledge so I retired my small team.

Not one to be beaten by a goal, last breeding season I paired my birds up and I have organised with a number of my friends who have the knowledge and know how to get the best from the birds to put them through their paces this year. I will keep you informed.

If nothing else I have learned this, although each of us has a different level of knowledge and experience one thing is the same and unites each of us. The love of the pigeon.





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