Night flying is probably the most sentimental chapter of pigeons in my life.
It is the part that I yearn for Egypt the most. The anxiety that you live through when a bird has not returned after the night has set and the thrill of joy when you hear the familiar sound of fluttering of a bird that homed through the darkness of the night, leaves many lasting memories .
above is a picture of the birds landing on my loft in San Diego just after sunset