The Day I Met an 88 year old Pigeon Racer.

It was a normal day. I parked at the LA Zoo and took my dogs out for a hike. The lot is huge and I had parked off in an empty section. When I got back, there was this older guy parked right next to me. Tailgate down. Just standing there. I put my dogs in the car when something caught my eye — a flicker of movement. At that point I see the really short wooden crates. I could see through the mesh on the side that there was something moving inside them. He slides open the crates, and all these birds fly out. So I get out of the car and I asked him, “Are they coming back?”. And that’s where this conversation began. Get full access to Land and Line at landandline.substack.com/subscribe