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    The Little Blue Hen
    The Little Blue Hen
    The Little Blue Hen
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    The Little Blue Hen

    By Richard Brindle

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    Hello my friends. I am a Baby Pigeon and I have just hatched along with my brother at a stud farm in the midlands. My mother has named me ‘The Little Blue Hen’ and I am about to take you on a journey that you will never forget for the rest of your life!

    We will meet friends that you will love and enemies that you will hate, and we will laugh till we cry at some of the things that we will see and do. As I am being trained to race all over England and France, before long, you will know everything about me, ‘The Little Blue Hen’.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAustin Macauley Publishers
    Release dateJul 19, 2024
    ISBN9781035848485
    The Little Blue Hen
    Author

    Richard Brindle

    My name is Richard Dickie Brindle, an 80-year-old retired scaffolder. For over 40 years, I have raced pigeons alongside my sons Rick and Bill. Recently, I came down with a cold and my doctor advised me to give up caring for the pigeons for health reasons. While sitting at home with not much to do, I decided to write about the best pigeon we have ever owned. As I started writing, I realized the best way to tell her story would be from her perspective—to see through her eyes and feel what she felt in her own mind.

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      The Little Blue Hen - Richard Brindle

      About the Author

      My name is Richard Dickie Brindle, an 80-year-old retired scaffolder. For over 40 years, I have raced pigeons alongside my sons Rick and Bill. Recently, I came down with a cold and my doctor advised me to give up caring for the pigeons for health reasons. While sitting at home with not much to do, I decided to write about the best pigeon we have ever owned. As I started writing, I realized the best way to tell her story would be from her perspective—to see through her eyes and feel what she felt in her own mind.

      Dedication

      I would like to dedicate this book to my wife of 56 years, Patricia Brindle and to my late sister Josephine Cox for her advice and to my late grandson, 10-year-old Connor Brindle, for the memories.

      Copyright Information ©

      Richard Brindle 2024

      The right of Richard Brindle to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.

      Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

      A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.

      ISBN 9781035848478 (Paperback)

      ISBN 9781035848485 (ePub e-book)

      www.austinmacauley.com

      First Published 2024

      Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd®

      1 Canada Square

      Canary Wharf

      London

      E14 5AA

      Acknowledgement

      Alec Brindle (Brother)

      Ricky Brindle (Son)

      Billy Brindle (Son)

      Intro

      Last night, as I sat on my perch in my loft, I began thinking of what a wonderful and exciting life I have had.

      And I thought it would be amazing if I could write it all down so everyone could enjoy it as much as I have.

      My name is The Little Blue Hen, and I am a racing pigeon. When I was old enough, I raced from distances of 100 miles up to 220 miles, which is on the south coast back to my loft in Blackburn, Lancs.

      And as I got older and more experienced, I raced from France back to my loft, the distances being 350 miles and sometimes more than 600 miles.

      My story starts somewhere in the Midlands of England at a pigeon breeding farm in 1999, the year of my birth.

      Inside a large cabin on the farm, fastened to the walls, there were rows of boxes where each pair of pigeons could lay their eggs and rear their young birds.

      These boxes were called Nest-Boxes, and inside each one was a round clay bowl with straw in it, and the hen bird could lay two eggs in it. Then she and the cock bird, to which she was paired, would sit on them alternately to keep them warm until they both hatched out, and then they would carry on feeding them and keeping them warm until the young birds could look after themselves.

      A pot of food was put in the corner of the nest box and water was in a container on the floor.

      The Nursery

      The first thing I knew was darkness. In a confined space, I began striking the walls with my beak. After what seemed like ages, the confines suddenly collapsed, and I was out of my egg.

      As I settled in the middle of the nest-bowl, I felt another little body next to me – my little brother, who had also just hatched. Then, I heard a lot of laughter. With my eyes still closed,

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