Pigeon Facts

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We thought as a point of interest and a bit of fun to include this segment and bring to light whatever
informative addition may take the fancy of pigeon enthusiasts worldwide.

To assist the allied war effort during the first and second World Wars the carrier pigeon was effectively used to send
and receive messages. Cher Ami (French for dear friend) was held in high regard for having saved many a soldier.
The courageous little homing pigeon was to become winged hero to the American soldiers of the 77th Infantry Division.
With having flown 12 important missions - sadly, on the very last and most important homing exercise, Cher Ami was
badly wounded by German firepower. For such courageous determination, our battle weary Cher Ami was duly
presented with the French Croix de guerre medal. Cher Ami was featured in Harry Webb Farrington’s book
of poems and the pigeon was to become the most celebrated avian hero of World War One. Cher Ami died
on the 13th June 1919. The blessed little carrier pigeon was preserved by taxidermy and can presently
be seen displayed at the National Museum for American History, Smithsonian Institution, Washington, D.C.

Homing pigeons are referred to as carrier pigeons when used to carry messages. This is possible where a message
is written on very thin light paper and rolled into a small canister attached to the bird's leg; this is called Pigeon Post.
White and very colourful homing pigeons are used in ceremonies at weddings, funerals and some sporting events.

Homing pigeons were still employed in the 21st century by certain remote police departments in Orissa state in eastern India
to provide emergency communication services following natural disasters. In March 2002, it was announced that India's Police
Pigeon Service messenger system in Orissa was to be retired, due to the expanded use of the Internet.

National Pigeon Day takes place in Central Park New York. It was first held on June 13, 2008 and now appears certain to
become a most popular ritual - absurd but true!

The homing pigeon was responsible for bringing Noah the good news of the declining flood waters

The term stool pigeon is believed to have come from early American huntsmen who were thought to have used a dead
pigeon nailed to a tree stump as a decoy to entice a hawk into a trap. Under the microscope it certainly appears as if the
term is most applicable to a person being used to entrap criminals.

An English village ordinance states: Those caught feeding the city's feathered residents will face a maximum of 30 days in jail
and a $500 fine. - absurd but true!

A statue of a woman made out of bread is proving popular with pigeons in a park in Santiago, Chile - absurd but true!.

Pigeons Revenge

To keep alive in the wild, a pigeon needs to keep its eyes open for predators. Having eyes on the side of its head gives it a field
of view of 340 degrees and, in order to fly at speed, its brain can process visual information three times faster than a human's.

France has found a unique way of controlling its unwanted critter population. They have done this by giving unwanted animals like
snails, pigeons, and frogs fancy names, thus transforming common backyard pests into expensive delicacies. These are then served
to gullible tourists, who will eat anything they can't pronounce - Chris Harris

Pigeon poop is driving officials crazy in towns across the world -- crazy enough to propose putting the birds on birth control to cut
down their populations.- absurd but true!

Bloom is the term used for the fine white powder produced by pigeons - Breeders of Racing Pigeons believe:
the more bloom that becomes airborne when a homer energetically flaps its wings - the healthier the pigeon, but It’s all
just Bloomin’ Greek to this here Aussie bloke (lol)!.

It is believed domestication of the Rock Dove by the Mesopotamian's took place as early as 3000 B.C.

Pablo Picasso not only admired and painted the pigeon, but he also named his daughter Paloma - Spanish for pigeon.

Picasso was of Spanish heritage and duly Christened: Pablo Diego José
Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima
Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso - absurd but true!
The renowned artist was born - October 25th 1881.
He died in Mougins, France on the 8th April 1973 (aged 91).

Historians believe the oldest domesticated bird in the world is Columba Livia - the pigeon.

Hannibal employed pigeons during his attack upon the Roman Empire.

(Equivalent in connotation) - The names are thus used interchangeably.

Pigeons and Doves are synonymously referenced

Pigeons were worshipped by the Hebrews and many other religions - some of these practised sacrificial rituals

The dove was proclaimed to be the sacred bird of Aphrodite and has been worshipped throughout the world - also prominently
featured in the Old Testament.

The average age of a captive pigeon is from about 8-15 years. Some are known to have lived to an amazing 20 or so years.
It has been recorded that a bird called Kaiser, a World War I German war bird was captured by American forces and brought
to the U.S. It was reported to have reached the ripe old age of 35 years, but that must rank as highly exceptional. In the wild most
pigeons may live to an average of 5-6 years - most deaths are due to fledglings falling victim to hungry predators.

Q. What’s the difference between an investment banker and a pigeon?
A. A pigeon can leave a deposit on a Ferrari!

Q. Why was the pigeon asked to leave the party?
A. Because he was driving everybody coo coo!

Relevant Pigeon Nomenclature

Autosome: All Chromosomes located within the Nucleus - not chromosomes designated as Sex Linked.

Chromosomes: Are long stringy aggregates of genes carrying hereditary information.

Dam is the female and Sire the male.

Dominant: That which is phenotypically expressed in both the heterozygous and homozygous.

DNA: Genetic Information carrying substance and consisting of biopolymer of deoxyribonucleic acids - integral biological
composition for the development and functioning of all evolutionary creature species.

Epistasis: The masking or suppressing of the action of one gene by another at a different chromosomal
location or locus.

Expressivity: The degree to which a given gene is expressed. Penetrance: The degree to which a gene
produces a visual or phenotypic effect

Taxonomy

The Rock Pigeon was first described by Gmelin in 1789. The genus name Columba is the Latinised form
of the Ancient Greek κόλυμβος (kolumbos), "a diver", from κολυμβάω (kolumbao), "dive, plunge headlong, swim"..
Aristophanes (Birds, 304) and others use the word κολυμβίς (kolumbis), "diver" - for the name of the bird, because of its
swimming motion in the air. The specific epithet is derived from the Latin livor, "bluish". Its closest relative in the Columba
genus is the Hill Pigeon, followed by the other rock pigeons: the Snow, Speckled and White-collared Pigeons.The species
is also known as the Rock Dove or Blue Rock Dove, the former being the official name used by the British Ornithologists'
Union and the American Ornithologists' Union until 2004, at which point they changed their official listing of the bird
to Rock Pigeon.In common usage, this bird is often simply referred to as the "pigeon". Baby pigeons are called squabs.

                           There are at least four main types of competitive pigeon sport
   * Pigeon racing
   * Tumbling
   * Highflying
   * Tippler (Endurance)

Pigeons have been domesticated for thousands of years. The predecessors of
modern day Racing pigeons were pigeons bred for their homing ability, primarily to carry
messages. "Pigeon Posts" have been established all over the world and while mainly used
in the military, Some are still in service today. Modern pigeon racing originated in Belgium
in the mid 19th century.

Though not quite a sport, fancy breeds of pigeons are also bred to standards and judged in a competitive fashion.
Levi in his book : The Pigeon, describes all aspects of pigeon keeping. For exhibition purposes sport pigeons are
sometimes grouped as: Flying/Sporting Pigeons.

Pigeons are aerial athletes and can reach speeds of up to 145 km per hour and on a straight course can out fly and
outsmart its most fearful of enemies - the Hawk

Pigeon racing is a sport involving the release of specially trained racing pigeons, which then return to their homes over a
carefully measured distance. The time it takes the animal to cover the specified distance is measured and the animals' rate
of travel is calculated and compared with all of the other pigeons in the race to determine which animal returned at the
highest speed.The winner of a pigeon race is the bird with the highest velocity, that is, the distance flown divided by the time
taken. Races can often be won and lost in seconds, and to counter this, many different timing apparatus have been
developed. The traditional timing method involves rubber rings being placed into a specially designed clock, whereas a
newer development uses RFID tags to record arrival time. While there is not definite proof, there are compelling reasons to
think the sport of racing pigeons may go back as least as far as 220 AD or possibly earlier. The sport achieved a great
deal of popularity in Belgium in the mid 19th century. The pigeon fanciers of Belgium were so taken with the hobby that they
began to develop pigeons specially cultivated for fast flight and long endurance called Voyageurs. From Belgium the
modern version of the sport and the Voyageurs which the Flemish fanciers developed spread to most parts of the world.
Once quite popular, the sport has experienced a downturn in participants in recent years, possibly due to the rising cost of
living and aging fanciers.

Electronic timing method

The latest development and preferred method for timing racing pigeons is the Electronic Timing System. The bird's arrival
is recorded automatically. When using an electronic system, the pigeon fancier doesn’t even have to be at the loft to clock the
birds as they return. Birds are fitted with a band that has a tiny RFID chip in it which can be read when the bird comes
home. At the home loft the electronic scanning records the pigeons arrival. The pad or antenna is placed at the entry point to
the loft entrance and as the pigeon crosses it the electronic band is scanned.
The clock is attached to the antennas. The serial number of the transponder ring is recorded along with the time of arrival.
This is very similar to transponder timing systems used in human races.
In February 2008 the members of the Penygraog Homing Society Racing Pigeon Club in Wales won an award to fund a new
electronic timing device. The club was able to obtain the device thanks to funding from the All Wales award initiative.
Club secretary John Williams said: “The electronic timer certainly makes it a lot easier for us”.

One-loft racing

One-Loft Racing is the process of training birds bred by many different breeders in the same loft, under the same trainer and
in the same conditions (as opposed to trainer against trainer in their own lofts and usually with their own birds). It is thought to
be the fairest method of proving which bloodline or breeder is best and usually provides the highest amount of prize money.
Pigeons are recorded by electronic timing systems scanning the birds as they enter the home loft with winners decided by as
little as 100th of a second. The birds are all taken to the same release point and they return to the same home loft, so therefore
it is the fastest bird to complete the journey from A to B. One-loft racing is now becoming very popular all around the world with
fanciers able to compare their bloodlines on an equal basis against the many other pigeons.

Australia
The largest Racing Organisation in Australia is the Central Cumberland Federation.

In Australia, velocities are recorded in meters per minute. The state of Queensland also has a number of clubs and organisations.
The biggest of these is the Qld Racing Pigeon Federation Inc (QRPF). Located in Brisbane, the QRPF has a long history dating
back to the 2nd World War. Each year the QRPF organises pigeon races for its several hundred members. These races start at
approximately 145 km in distance and continue on a gradual basis out to distances of over 1000 km. A specialised transporter is
used to transport the birds to the release points. This transporter enables the birds to be fed and watered on route before mass
release at a predetermined time for their flight back to various home lofts. Many thousands of pigeons compete in races each
weekend during the winter months.
Australia's Premier One Loft Event is the Mallee Classic held in Ballarat Victoria, which is the only event to attract international
recognition and sponsors, such as the "Best Western Hotel" chain and JV Marine World the Largest boating show room in the
southern hemisphere.
The sport of pigeon racing has been declining around Sydney with pigeon club members gradually dying off as fewer younger
people take up the sport. The high cost of feeds and fuel have also contributed to the decline.

Pigeon transporter

Feral pigeons, also called city doves, city pigeons or street pigeons, are derived from domestic pigeons that have returned
to the wild.The domestic pigeon was originally bred from the wild Rock Pigeon, which naturally inhabits sea-cliffs and
mountains. All three types readily interbreed. Feral pigeons find the ledges of buildings to be a substitute for sea cliffs, and
have become adapted to life and are abundant in towns and cities all over the world.

Cliff dwelling Feral’s

A large pigeon trap/coop/loft at
Batman Park. Melbourne,Victoria -
designed specifically to encourage
nesting and allow removal of fertilized
eggs to prevent population growth.
Not only a tourist attraction, but a
landmark in its own right.

Columba livia Gmelin, 1789

Facts About Pigeons
Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum:    Chordata
Class:         Aves
Order:         Columbiformes
Family:      Columbidae
Genus:     Columbia
Species:   C. Livia

The Rock Pigeon breeds at any time of the year, but peak times are
spring and summer.

Nesting sites are situated along coastal cliff faces.

The type of nest constructed is a flimsy platform of straw and sticks.

2 white eggs are laid with incubation that is shared by both parents
lasting from seventeen to nineteen days.

The nestling has pale yellow down and a flesh-colored bill with a
dark band. It is tended and fed on "crop-milk" like other doves.

The fledging period is 30 days.

Pigeon Facts
Historical*Comical*Absurd

Pigeons are considered to be one of the most intelligent birds on the planet with pigeons being able to undertake tasks
previously thought to be the sole preserve of humans and primates. The pigeon has also been found to pass the
‘mirror test’ (being able to recognize its reflection in a mirror) and is one of only 6 species, and the only non-mammal
that has this ability. The pigeon can also recognize all 26 letters of the English language as well as being able to
conceptualize. In scientific tests pigeons have been found to be able to differentiate between photographs and even
differentiate between two different human beings in a photograph when rewarded with food for doing so.

Feral Pigeon Traps

740 mm x 250 mm x 38.5 mm. Capacity
6/8 birds, heavy steel top and bottom
frames and 2.5 mm galvanized mesh.

Trap entrance

Successful capture of feral pigeons

The image above shows a galvanized wire pigeon trap that depending on trap size can hold as many as
15 to 30 pigeons at a time. All manner of Pigeon Traps make it easy to control the pigeon
population on any property. Pigeons enter the traps through special trap doors constructed of hanging
steel wire bobs. The unique slanted design of the repeating doors encourages pigeons to move
forward and enter the trap as they eat the grain. The special trapping mechanism of the door
automatically resets after each bird is caught, and prevents the trapped pigeons from escaping.
A convenient release door is also located on all of the Pigeon Traps. This provides easy access to the
trapped pigeons. For optimal trapping conditions, the area where a Pigeon Trap will be placed should
be pre-baited for several days before the trap is introduced. Grain, cereal, fig bars, or dried bread
should be used for bait. After the pigeons become familiar with the new eating spot, place one of the
Pigeon Traps over the feed. Bait the pigeon trap with a trail of grain on the outside of the trap and leading
into the trap doors. Make sure to place the majority of the bait inside the pigeon trap. We also
recommend pre-baiting the pigeon trap for several days, or until the pigeons become familiar with
walking in and out of the trap. To pre-bait the trap you need to tie-up the trap doors. The pigeons will eat
the grain and move freely in and out of the trap as they eat. After the pigeons become familiar with the
trap, untie the doors. Remember to always check your Pigeon Traps on a daily basis.

Manny Arquette

The familiar city pigeon is just one of a large family of beautiful and adaptable birds. Humans have
a mixed relationship with these interesting species.
Some members of the pigeon family have had a long and intricate association with humans.
Sacred in some cultures they are hunted or raised for food in others. Some have benefited from the
increased food supply provided by agriculture and human garbage; others have suffered from habitat
loss and over hunting.
While the white dove stands as an international symbol of peace, the feral Rock Dove multiplies in
cities, fouling sidewalks and buildings, and feeding on garbage, earning the name of “flying rat.” Pigeons
and doves have been immortalized in poetry and prose, music and art. They conjure up both positive and
negative images for most of us, but what do we really know about these contradictory birds? Many people
are unaware that the pigeon family includes hundreds of species, some of which are among the most
beautiful birds on Earth.

· Pigeons are found almost everywhere on Earth; however, they don’t occur in very cold places or in very

dry places. There are no native pigeons on the Hawaiian Islands or on the islands of the mid-Atlantic ridge.

· Pigeon and dove are synonyms: they are the same thing. There are 309 different species, belonging to the

taxonomic family Columbidae.

· Pigeons are arranged into four subfamilies: typical pigeons, which eat predominantly seeds; fruit pigeons,

fruit eaters found in tropical Africa and Asia; crowned pigeons, which have a crest of feathers on the head; and

a fourth subfamily containing only one species—the Tooth-billed Pigeon, which has a serrated upper bill.

· A muscular gizzard grinds ingested seed for seed-eating species. The same structure in the fruit eaters

removes the fruit from the pit, leaving the pit intact—fruit pigeons often disperse the seeds of fruiting plants to

new locales.

· Nestling pigeons drink milk from the crops of both parents. Pigeon milk is quite similar to milk produced for

young by mammals.

· Pigeons drink water by sucking it up through the beak, a feature unusual in birds.

· City pigeons, carrier (or homing) pigeons, domestic pigeons raised for meat, and racing pigeons are all the

same species, descended from the Rock Dove of Europe, North Africa, and South Asia.

Facts about Pigeons and Doves

Here are some interesting facts about pigeons:

· Pigeons are powerful flyers. Racing pigeons can reach speeds of 70 km/hr (44 mph).

· Because of their amazing ability to find their way home, even over very large distances, homing pigeons

have been used to deliver messages since the time of the early Egyptians.

· The Passenger Pigeon may have once been the most numerous birds on Earth. In the early 1800's there were

between 3 and 5 billion Passenger Pigeons in North America.

· Dove hunting has long been a popular sport. In some American states, Mourning Doves are protected, while in

others, there is a dove hunting season.

· Eleven pigeon species are extinct, including the famous Dodo Bird and the Passenger Pigeon.

Many more are threatened.

· Author: Rosemary Drisdelle.

· Sep 10, 2007

The Natural History of Pigeon Species and Their History with Humans

Originally published on Suite101.com.

*Certain articles herein are the sole copyright property of contributing authors and may not be reproduced without written permission.

Belgium

The Janssen Brothers (Louis, Charel, Arjaan and Sjef) are a famous and very successful

pigeon racing family from Arendonk, Belgium. Descendants of their pigeons can be found

racing all around the world. Louis Janssen, born 1912, is the last of the Janssen Brothers

still alive.

Pigeon Facts of Interest

South Africa

South Africa is the home of the richest One-Loft Race in the world - the Sun City Million Dollar Pigeon Race.

The Sun City Million Dollar Pigeon Race pits 4,300 birds from 25 countries against each other for a share of

$1.3m in prize money. The runners-up win cars and smaller monetary prizes, while the overall winner can

expect to pocket US$200,000. Sun City's "one-loft" race, sees birds from across the world air-freighted to

South Africa as squabs, months before the race, and trained to orientate to a single loft.

Then on race day, after being released 550 km out on the South African veldt, the birds all race back to the

same destination.

Racing Pigeons in Australia

It might say something for the sport of Racing Pigeons, that it is the national
pastime in Belgium where there is over 160,000 flying members of clubs and
federations and where the majority of lofts, in which the birds are held or
housed, are built in the attic of the family home due to the lack of available
land. Throughout Belgium one can even find betting shops, similar to our TAB.
Almost every weekend you will find a further few hundred thousand flyers take
part in this exciting sport in the United Kingdom including Wales, Scotland
and Northern Ireland - throughout the Northern, Southern and East European
countries, the Continent, the Arab States, United States, Canada, South
America, South Africa, China, Taiwan, Thailand, Korea and Japan.

Australia & The Early Years

It is difficult to pinpoint the exact date of the first pigeon race in Australia, due
to the lack of early records. It has been recorded, however, that the first race
of any note took place in the 1870 s. Pigeon races, in those days, were
usually held between two prominent business men, were referred to as Match
Races and were held over 600 to 700 miles. The prize or purse was of
considerable value for that time. The first of such match races to be held in
Victoria, took place on the 22nd July, 1875.
During 1880 the first Racing Pigeon Club was formed in Melbourne and by the
mid 1880 s Clubs were springing up throughout metropolitan area. The oldest
Federation of Racing Pigeon Clubs in Melbourne is the Victorian Homing
Association that began during 1890.
Today, each weekend, somewhere within Australia, hundreds of flyers take
part in the sport with the number of birds released for any particular race
being upwards of one thousand.

The Year 2000 & Beyond

The State of Victoria alone has around 150 clubs. Collectively, they have
more than 2,000 members, the majority of which reside within the Melbourne
metropolitan area. The overall value of racing pigeons kept in Victoria alone
exceeds $20,000,000. Whilst to purchase a single bird could cost the
prospective buyer between $200 and $4,000, dependent upon the bird’s
pedigree and the performance of its sire and dam, both as a racer and
breeder and the interest in the bird at auction.
Victorian Flyers spend more than $1,500,000 on food and medicines each
year to ensure that their birds are in peak condition all year round whether it
be during the breeding season or racing season.
There is up to five Racing Pigeon Federations, Associations or Unions in each
Capitol City within Australia. With more than 500 Clubs and 10,000 flying
members. Each Federation and Club is structures as a non-profit sporting
organization, the larger of which can have an individual turnover over of
$600,000 annually.

As a hobby, sport, source of income or science, the Racing or Homing
Pigeon has been associated with man for thousands of years. There are
records that show pigeons were domesticated as far back as 3,000 B.C.
There are also numerous references to pigeons in the Bible and the New
Testament, the most familiar being the story of Noah’s Doves. Pigeon
Racing’s one of the lesser publicized sports not only here, in
Australia, but around the world. The reason for this lack of media support
is probably because it s not a spectator sport as such, even though
hundreds of thousands of men and women Worldwide are involved in the
sport on a weekly basis.

In 1945 a grand and memorable, prize winning, Janssen racing pigeon was so christened:
‘Wondervoske van’ – translated: The Wonder Red Hen. The hen Was Sired by the 1939
champion: ‘Vos Van’. The rest is history and the renowned Janssen name lives on forever
among the Racing Pigeon Fraternity

Genes are always present in pairs, one from the father, and the other from the

mother, so for simplicity, an example: FF= Father, MM= Mother. When the cells

divide for reproduction they are halved and then recombined when sperm

meets an egg, to form the new offspring which will carry the “FM” (Father + Mother)

gene combination. These genes reside at the same location (locus) on a

homologous chromosome pair. These two copies of the gene are called alleles.

A bird with two identical alleles at a locus is called a Homozygote. A bird with two

alleles that are slightly different in their nucleotide sequences is called a

Heterozygote - or is said to be heterozygous at that locus.

Genes may be either Dominant or Recessive. By standard genetic convention

dominant genes are expressed by a capital letter, while the recessive gene is

reported by a small letter. The dominant gene is ALWAYS visible, so we usually say

it is expressed. The exception is when two recessives are combined together then we

see them expressed. We call this double dose of the same genes either dominant or

recessive as “homozygous”.

Dominant + recessive = visibility of Dominant

Recessive + recessive = visibility of recessive

Iridescence is given by spectral colors due to light interference. This interference is

caused by twisted and broadened, melanin containing, barbules or by spherical granules

of melanin in close proximity to the cuticle. Since feather color is governed by only two

phenomena, all color mutations may be divided into two classes: mutations of the

Bio chromes or of the Micro structure of the feather. Dominant genes are of two

types: complete and incomplete. Complete dominance allows Hetero-zygote's to express

the full mutant phenotype - whereas with incomplete dominance, the Hetero-zygote's

show a compromise between the normal and the mutant phenotypes.

There are various ways in which genes at different loci can interact with each other.

The ability of a gene at one locus to effect the expression of one or more alleles at another

locus is termed epistasis. There are various forms of epistasis or what we term as -

‘Genetic Cloaking Traits’.

Dominant Epistasis: When the dominant allele at one locus prevents expression of one or

more alleles at another locus. Recessive Epistasis: When the recessive allele at one locus

prevents expression of alleles at another locus.

Duplicate Genes with Cumulative Effect: When the dominant gene at one locus produces

the same phenotype as a dominant gene at another locus.

However, when both loci are homozygous dominant or heterozygous dominant, there is a

cumulative effect that produces a distinctive phenotype.

Duplicate Dominant Genes: When the dominant gene at two different loci i.e., homozygous

dominant or heterozygous, each produce the same phenotype without a cumulative effect.

Duplicate Recessive Genes: When the recessive genes at two different loci - both

homozygous recessive - produce the same phenotype without a cumulative effect.

Dominant and Recessive Interaction: When the dominant gene at one locus produces the

same phenotype as a recessive gene at another locus.

Genes that act together to produce differences in the degree between phenotypes are

termed polygene's. This form of inheritance is different than the classical Mendel type gene or

major gene. As previously mentioned, not all traits are controlled by a single pair of genes - a

trait can be controlled by numerous genes perhaps up to 100 or more.

There are various ways that alleles at the same loci can act with each other to produce a

particular phenotype. Allelic interactions at the same loci are categorized as follows:

Complete Dominance: The homozygous recessive alleles produce one phenotype and the

homozygous dominant alleles and heterozygous recessive produce another.

Partial or Incomplete Dominance: The heterozygous condition produces a phenotype

intermediate between the homozygous conditions.

Over-dominance: The phenotypic expression of the heterozygous condition exceeds the

phenotype of the homozygous dominant condition.

Additive Genes: In a model situation, one allele contributes nothing to the phenotype; the

other allele contributes by a factor of one in the heterozygous condition and by a factor of

two in the homozygous condition. In other words, the phenotype of heterozygous is exactly

intermediate between either homozygous, a special case of partial dominance. Keep in mind

that phenotypes controlled by genes at different loci can interact to create the appearance

of a particular case mentioned above, e.g., duplicate dominant gene interactions.Two terms

used to describe how often a gene displays itself are penetrance and expressivity.

Penetrance is defined as the percentage of individuals with a particular gene combination

(genotype) that exhibit the corresponding character to any degree. If the dominant gene in

the heterozygous condition was not expressed all the time then the penetrance is some

percentage less than 100%. Most dominant genes have a penetrance of 100%. Expressivity is

the degree of effect produced by a particular penetrant genotype. The Pied trait is a good

example of expressivity - ranging from several white patches in some birds to completely

white in others.

Avian Genetics Revisited

Fundamental Genetics

Dominant + Dominant = visibility of Dominant

GENE INTERACTIONS

DNA replication: the basis for biological inheritance, is a fundamental process occurring

in all living organisms to copy their DNA. This process is "semi-conservative" in that

each strand of the original double-stranded DNA molecule serves as template for the

reproduction of the complementary strand. Hence, following DNA replication, two

identical DNA molecules have been produced from a single double-stranded

DNA molecule. Cellular proofreading and error-checking mechanisms ensure near

perfect fidelity for DNA replication.

In a cell, DNA replication begins at specific locations in the genome, called "origins".

Unwinding of DNA at the origin, and synthesis of new strands, forms a replication fork.

In addition to DNA polymerase, the enzyme that synthesizes the new DNA by adding

nucleotides matched to the template strand, a number of other proteins are associated

with the fork and assist in the initiation and continuation of DNA synthesis.

DNA replication: The double helix

is unwound and each strand acts

as a template. Bases are matched

to synthesize the new partner

strands.

DNA structure

The chemical structure of DNA.

DNA usually exists as a double-stranded structure, with both strands coiled together to form the characteristic
double helix. Each single strand of DNA is a chain of four types of nucleotides: adenine, cytosine, guanine, and
thymine. A nucleotide is a triphosphate deoxyribonucleoside; that is, a deoxyribose sugar attached to a
triphosphate and a base. Chemical interaction of these nucleotides forms phospodiester linkages, creating the
phosphate-deoxribose backbone of the DNA double helix with the bases pointing inward. Nucleotides (bases)
are matched between strands through

Hydrogen bonds to form base pairs.

Adenine pairs with thymine and

cytosine pairs with guanine

DNA strands have a directionality, and the different ends of a single strand are called the "3' end" and the "5' end."

These terms refer to the carbon atom in ribose to which the next phosphate in the chain attaches. In addition to

being complementary, the two strands of DNA are antiparallel: they are oriented in opposite directions.

This directionality has consequences in DNA synthesis, because DNA polymerase can only synthesize DNA in one

direction by adding nucleotides to the 3' end of a DNA strand.

The pairing of bases in DNA through hydrogen bonding means that the information contained within each strand is

redundant. The nucleotides on a single strand can be used to reconstruct nucleotides on a newly synthesized

partner strand.

DNA polymerases are a family of enzymes that carry out all forms of DNA replication. A DNA polymerase

can only extend an existing DNA strand paired with a template strand; it cannot begin the synthesis of a

new strand. To begin synthesis of a new strand, a short fragment of DNA or RNA, called a primer, must be

created and paired with the template strand before DNA polymerase can synthesize new DNA.

Once a primer pairs with DNA to be replicated, DNA polymerase synthesizes a new strand of DNA by

extending the 3' end of an existing nucleotide chain, adding new nucleotides matched to the template

strand one at a time via the creation of phosphodiester bonds. The energy for this process of DNA

polymerization comes from two of the three total phosphates attached to each unincorporated base.

(Free bases with their attached phosphate groups are called nucleoside triphosphates.)

When a nucleotide is being added to a growing DNA strand, two of the phosphates are removed and

the energy produced creates a phosphodiester (chemical) bond that attaches the remaining phosphate

to the growing chain. The energetics of this process also help explain the directionality of synthesis -

if DNA were synthesized in the 3' to 5' direction, the energy for the process would come from the 5' end

of the growing strand rather than from free nucleotides.

Genetic linkage occurs when particular genetic loci or alleles for genes are inherited jointly.

Genetic loci on the same chromosome are physically connected and tend to stay together during

meiosis, and are thus genetically linked. This is called Autosomal linkage. Alleles for genes on

different chromosomes are usually not linked, due to independent assortment of chromosomes

during meiosis. Because there is some crossing over of DNA when the chromosomes segregate,

alleles on the same chromosome can be separated and go to different daughter cells.

There is a greater probability of this happening if the alleles are far apart on the chromosome, as it

is more likely that a cross-over will occur between them.

Genetic linkage

The relative distance between two genes can be calculated using the offspring of an organism

showing two linked genetic traits, and finding the percentage of the offspring where the two traits

do not run together. The higher the percentage of descendants that does not show both traits, the

farther apart the two genes are on the chromosome.

Among individuals of an experimental population or species, some phenotypes or traits occur

randomly with respect to one another in a manner known as independent assortment.

Today scientists understand that independent assortment occurs when the genes affecting the

phenotypes are found on different chromosomes or separated by a great enough distance on the

same chromosome that recombination occurs at least half of the time.

An exception to independent assortment develops when genes appear near one another on the

same chromosome. When genes occur on the same chromosome, they are usually inherited as a

single unit. Genes inherited in this way are said to be linked, and are referred to as "linkage groups."

For example, in fruit flies the genes affecting eye color and wing length are inherited together

because they appear on the same chromosome.

But in many cases, even genes on the same chromosome that are inherited together produce

offspring with unexpected allele combinations. This results from a process called crossing over.

At the beginning of normal meiosis, a chromosome pair (made up of a chromosome from the mother

and a chromosome from the father) intertwine and exchange sections or fragments of chromosome.

The pair then breaks apart to form two chromosomes with a new combination of genes that differs

from the combination supplied by the parents. Through this process of recombining genes,

organisms can produce offspring with new combinations of maternal and paternal traits that may

contribute to or enhance survival.

DNA replication

DNA Sequencing: The process used to obtain the sequential arrangement of nucleotides

in the DNA. The term DNA sequencing refers to methods for determining the order of the

nucleotide bases, adenine, guanine, cytosine, and thymine in a molecule of DNA.

DNA Sequencing

DNA Sequence Trace

The first DNA sequences were obtained by academic researchers, using laborious methods based on

2-dimensional chromatography in the early 1970s. Following the development of dye-based sequencing

methods with automated analysis, DNA sequencing has become easier and orders of magnitude faster.

RNA sequencing was one of the earliest forms of nucleotide sequencing. The major landmark of RNA
sequencing is the sequence of the first complete gene and the complete genome of Bacteriophage MS2,
identified and published by Walter Fiers and his coworkers at the University of Ghent (Ghent, Belgium),
between 1972 and 1976. Prior to the development of rapid DNA sequencing methods in the early 1970s by
Frederick Sanger at the University of Cambridge, in England and Walter Gilbert and Allan Maxam at
Harvard, a number of laborious methods were used.

For instance, in 1973, Gilbert and Maxam reported the sequence of 24 base pairs using a method known as
wandering-spot analysis. The chain-termination method developed by Sanger and coworkers in 1975 soon
became the method of choice, owing to its relative ease and reliability.

Current methods can directly sequence only relatively short (300-1000 nucleotides long) DNA

fragments in a single reaction. The main obstacle to sequencing DNA fragments above this size lim

it is insufficient power of separation for resolving large DNA fragments that differ in length by

only one nucleotide.

Genomic DNA is fragmented into random pieces and cloned as a bacterial library. DNA from
individual bacterial clones is sequenced and the sequence is assembled by using overlapping
DNA regions.

Large-scale sequencing aims at sequencing very
long DNA pieces, such as whole chromosomes.
Common approaches consist of cutting
(with restriction enzymes) or shearing
(with mechanical forces) large DNA fragments
into shorter DNA fragments. The fragmented
DNA is cloned into a DNA vector, and amplified
in Escherichia coli. Short DNA fragments purified
from individual bacterial colonies are individually
sequenced and assembled electronically into one
long, contiguous sequence.
This method does not require any pre-existing
information about the sequence of the DNA and is
referred to as de novo sequencing. Gaps in the
assembled sequence may be filled by primer walking.

The different strategies have different tradeoffs in
speed and accuracy; shotgun methods are often used
for sequencing large genomes, but its assembly is
complex and difficult, particularly with sequence
repeats often causing gaps in genome assembly.

The high demand for low-cost sequencing has driven

the development of high-throughput sequencing

technologies that parallelize the sequencing process,

producing thousands or millions of sequences at once.

High-throughput sequencing technologies are intended

to lower the cost of DNA sequencing beyond what is

possible with standard dye-terminator methods.

In vitro Clonal Amplification
Molecular detection methods are not sensitive
enough for single molecule sequencing, so
most approaches use an in vitro cloning step
to amplify individual DNA molecules. Emulsion
PCR isolates individual DNA molecules along
with primer-coated beads in aqueous droplets
within an oil phase. Polymerase chain reaction
(PCR) then coats each bead with clonal copies
of the DNA molecule followed by
immobilization for later sequencing.

New sequencing methods

Did You Know?

No other race winners are as valued as the 1st place International Barcelona winners.
Recent prices paid include: $150,000.00 for “Smaragd II” by Masserella and $120,000.00
for “Gerda” by Seikan Kodama.

From the 1960’s thru the 1990’s no other strain of pigeon has so overwhelmingly dominated
the Barcelona International races as those bred by Andre Vanbruaene. In 1962, Deraedt –
Van Grembergen placed 2nd International Barcelona with a bird that was 50% Vanbruaene.
This same bird won 1st International Barcelona in 1964. In 1966, Andre Vanbruaene won 1st
International Barcelona. Then in 1983, Gilmont won 1st International Barcelona with a
Vanbruaene bird.

Medal. Bred by His Majesty, King George VI. Royal Blue had the distinction of being the first
bird to return froma crash-landed aircraft in enemy occupied territory. On the 10th of October
1940 this bird was released inHolland at 7-20 am and covered the distance to Sandringham in
4 hours and 10 minutes. This was anoutstanding performance as the pigeon was only 5 months
old at the time and was bleeding from wounds to herbreast on arrival. It is not generally known
that birds from the Royal Lofts were the first to be used by the RAFin July 1939, for experimental
purposes and liberations from aircraft at various heights. On the outbreak of war,30 birds were
sent from the Royal Lofts for immediate service and a daily team was provided throughout the war.

In 1945, S & D Bishop purchased “Per-Ardua”, a Red Chequer Hen NPS-44-17264 for
360 pounds. Bred at the service lofts,Kent, England, at six months of age she was sent
to Gibraltar for war service and on her third release at the new lofts she decided to return
to Kent, England. She flew the distance of 1096 miles in 11 days and in the process
broke the English 1000 mile record of that time.

Dastardly and Muttley in Their Flying Machines is a Saturday morning cartoon produced by

Hanna-Barbera Productions for CBS from September 13, 1969 to September 5, 1971. The show

focused on the efforts of Dick Dastardly and his hench-pooch Muttley to catch Yankee Doodle Pigeon,

an American carrier pigeon who carried secret messages during World War I - hence the name of the

show’s theme Song: Stop That Pigeon. The cartoon was a combination of Red Baron-era Snoopy,

Wacky Races (which featured Dastardly and Muttley in a never-ending car race), and the film: Those

Magnificent Men in their Flying Machines.

As a fellow-genetics-researcher, it brings a head shaking, smile to my face when I come
across reference to the color ‘Silver’ with regards a Collar or Crescent trait or any other
bodily feature exhibited on a pigeon that the: ‘Analytical expert’ is enlightening one and
all as to its proclaimed Genotype and Phenotype.
I guess we postulating research moguls must have been ordained with some special divine-
license to loosely tag color identification as we see fit? A common case in point is the
ongoing Ash Red Silver Mealy procrastination's that some try to infer is less of a Silver than
the dilute blue variety (Wild type) of pigeon!
As we have two color variations of Ash Red Mealy to consider - in a ‘precise science’ - one
just cannot ignore the fact that there has to be an accurate color assignation declaration, as
a recording reference for breeding purposes, color variation Identification and a traceable
bloodline lineage to assist with scientific research.
To differentiate between Ash Red and Blue Genotypes, I always refer to the Dilute Blue’s as
either Pale or light - and that in my humble opinion, puts a common sense end to the
unfounded and unsubstantiated argument!
Now in my analytical judgement, it doesn’t matter whether the pigeon under the microscope
is an Egyptian Swift or of any other variety, the Crescent colour evaluation should to a
reasonable degree resemble the colour Silver as we know it and not the colour Ochre, Pale -
or some Ash Red Dilute, look-a-likes!
Regardless if the Genotype is of the Homozygous Indigo genotype or not - if we are to avoid
further confusion amongst the ‘genetic-tragic's - amongst us, Silver should at the very
least resemble the colour ‘Silver!’

                                                                                         Manny Arquette
                                                                             Posted: 6th September 2009

The Bitching Box

Should any viewer feel an overwhelming desire and compulsion to air their griping ways in
response to some erroneous online statement relevant to pigeons, please feel free to post
your bitching topic via our email address: mannybirdman@hotmail.com Please do be aware
that we have a presiding legal representative screening all incoming and outgoing emails, so
should your gut-wrenching, vitriolic, dummy-spit - not be posted herein, it may have been
considered to be defamatory in nature, or much too controversial to present on a public
platform. If you have a gripe about any information or photographic imagery on this website -
which is fair-comment, it will also be acknowledged as fair game, and should hopefully keep
all the ‘know-it-all’ Bastards honest – so go your hardest folks and get a load off!

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Methods involving the analysis of nucleic acids have become widespread in the fields of traditional biology
and ecology; however the storage and transport of samples collected in the field to the laboratory in such a
manner to allow purification of intact nucleic acids can prove problematical.
Results
FTA databasing paper is widely used in human forensic analysis for the storage of biological samples and
for purification of nucleic acids.
The possible uses of FTA databasing paper in the purification of DNA from samples of wildlife origin were
examined, with particular reference to problems expected due to the nature of samples of wildlife origin.
The processing of blood and tissue samples, the possibility of excess DNA in blood samples due to nucleated
erythrocytes, and the analysis of degraded samples were all examined, as was the question of long term
storage of blood samples on FTA paper. Examples of the end use of the purified DNA are given for all
protocols and the rationale behind the processing procedures is also explained to allow the end user to adjust
the protocols as required.
Conclusions
FTA paper is eminently suitable for collection of and purification of nucleic acids from, biological samples
from a wide range of wildlife species. This technology makes the collection and storage of such samples much
simpler.

Avian Blood Sampling Technique

Techniques involving the analysis of DNA have become ubiquitous in many areas of wildlife research, such as
systematics, pathogen detection, and studies of relatedness amongst populations. Unfortunately the transport
of fresh or 'wet' samples from the point of collection involves leakage risks and the possibility of sample
degradation due to temperature variation and spoilage.
Extracted DNA or stored tissue may also degrade in the laboratory, resulting in problems for re-analysis
of samples. We describe here the storage of biological samples on FTA paper (commercially available
reagent-loaded papers similar to filing cards). These cards have been used for some time in forensic human
biology and their characteristics are well understood. Processing is often a simple washing in-situ, with
impurities being washed away and the DNA sample being retained on the paper.
The storage of material on these papers allows the re-interrogation of the DNA at any time, in addition to
space-efficient room-temperature storage of samples and cheap sample transport by mail or in personal
baggage. The ease of transport and storage of samples dried on paper makes it practical for researchers to
acquire large reference collections throughout their careers just as they acquire collections of
printed references.This paper presents a comparison of a selection of simple procedures to purify DNA from
samples on FTA paper, and explores some of the issues in the procedures such as sample overload, sample age
and sample deterioration, particularly as they apply to wildlife samples.

The purification process involves the use of magnetic particles that capture the DNA released from
samples placed in a lysis buffer. The use of magnetic particles allows the flexibility of manual or
robotic manipulation based on magnetic separation, filtration or centrifugation. This purification
process automatically quantitates the DNA eliminating the necessity to quantitate the DNA in a
separate step. We have first applied this technique to the purification of DNA from liquid blood.
Normalized peak heights of amplified alleles purified from a 7.5 fold range of blood (4 to 30) only
varied between 0.5 and 1.2. Analysis of the purified DNA with Pico-Green showed a similar narrow
concentration range

SIMULTANEOUS PURIFICATION AND QUANTITATION OF DNA FROM DATABASE
BLOOD AND BUCCAL SWAB SAMPLES

Clip Toenail to Obtain a Blood Sample
With the bird under control, examine the toenail to ensure it is clean.
A swab of alcohol can be used to clean the area.
Use a sanitized pair of nail clippers to clip the bird’s toenail just enough
to nick the vein (approximately 2/3 of the distance from the root of the nail)
and produce blood flow.

Spot Blood on FTA for testing
Remove the first bead of blood with a swab or absorbent cotton ball
and discard. Next, carefully touch the Avian Blood Sample Paper to the blood
flow and absorb a few drops of blood onto the testing paper. If the blood flow is
slow, gently squeeze on the toe with a pumping action. It is not necessary to
completely fill the circle on the paper with blood; just be sure to collect enough
blood to be visible (usually 1-3 drops of blood).

Isolation of DNA from various amounts of blood.
DNA was isolated from various amounts of blood using
either (l) 500 or (n) 700ìg of resin.
The total amount of DNA isolated was determined using
a Pico-Green ds-DNA quantitation kit.

My name is George Borg (A.A.R.O's laboratory research coordinator) and as Manny is taking a
well earned, one week off to jet his way to the Gold Coast, I am looking after some of his work
load and reviewing and responding to the many incoming emails. Most of the enquiries are well
presented and the manner of text that comes our way is cheerfully taken on the chin and we
reply in accordance with the measure of unpleasantness perceived in the address. After going
through some sixty or so, one or two read, have stuck in my throat and led me to respond herein.
Names and email addresses are respectfully withheld as a matter of courteous undertaking –
I have no doubt the sender/s won’t have any trouble recognizing their handiwork!

The majority of criticism heralded our way is constructive and we do our level best to heed the
opinions of all correspondents. We endeavour to respond within a reasonable time, so I kindly ask
that one be patient and consider the recipient’s task at hand. The majority of enquiries relate to
color mutation declarations and in the main, the Blue-head and Charcoal-face - Ash Red varieties
realized by A.A.R.O. The emails that have the ‘hackles-up’ are pure vitriolic hog-wash and the
bloody minded authors should put-up or shut-up! Those whom dispute the fact that we have been
most fortunate to produce a unique strain of Ash Reds are entitled to their opinions, but having
said that, where is the damn rationale in ignoring the growing evidence of documented data, of
which we are happy to share on this site - also in evaluating the photographic evidence?

We have asked that if one can provide documented evidence and photography to show that our
mutations are all Indigo genotypes, we are prepared to evaluate the debatable criticisms’ and will
stand corrected - as Manny has already thus stated. Since A.A.R.O’s challenge to all viewing
breeders, not one photograph of a Charcoal-face or head, ‘INDIGO’ has been forwarded by these
vociferous knockers and for whatever the reasons, for the unsubstantiated belly-aches, at the end
of the day – we have produced a number of unique mutations - which our www searches have
yet to uncover on another’s avian website! For example: Charcoal-face and head
Ash Reds, Blue-head Ash Reds, Clouded Ash Reds, Variegated ash/white primaries to Spread-Ash,
Spread-Ash over Spread Indigo, Clouded Recessive Red Tiger Grizzles, Ragged-Shield and
Golden-Shield Slates, Peak-head Kites and the many Scale-pattern varieties. So if you have
something to bitch about, kindly ensure you know what the Dickens you’re on about and perhaps
you may just contribute something of worth!

In summarizing, the A.A.R.O research team practices an ‘exact science’ and leaves the guess
work to others!

George Borg
Posted: 26th September 2009.

Enlightenment Beckons

“I guess the Internet has sadly become a minefield of bloody-minded postulators
who set themselves up as the last word on avian genetics, and unless one musters
up that ‘dormant-inner-spirit’ to see through the camouflage of unsubstantiated,
opinionated and biased, verbosity, then one shall forever live in the shadow of
blissful ignorance.”

Well it ‘s high time the majority of avian hobbyists who are constantly being exposed
to an undercurrent of dogmatic politics, creeping into their beloved hobby, become
astutely aware of the logical facts as I see them, and decide for themselves wherein
lies the truth!

The following enlightenment applies to each and every one of us who stick their
hands up high and declare themselves as a genetics research exponent, and this
heartfelt appraisal applies to the very first breeder of an avian species that was so
taken by the animal of choice - as to have become desirous of learning more of the
subject species under the educational microscope.

It has been my experience that those who make the loudest noise, usually have
the least to say to be of any consequence. To present my informative disclosure I
shall explain my point of view in a simplistic and colourful manner.

The naming of any species, or new color variety of pigeon (known as Columba livia)
is usually up to the lucky person who bred the bird and had the gut-feeling that
this was indeed a mutative genotype - and thus deliberated upon the matter to have
duly coined the classification name that would presumably stand the test of time.
Now to paraphrase: Our intuitive breeder, who was indeed most fortunate to have
produced this first of mutations was not visited by an Angel during sleep, and to
have the name so divinely given whispered in his ear, to thereafter proclaim to the
fervent populous of chanting pigeon worshipers that he had a revelation and would
thus name the exciting new variety : “Ash Red pigeon!”

Carl Graefe (1951) became renown for discovering and naming of the ‘Reduced’
variety of pigeon, and that honour remains rightfully his - regardless of those who
may disagree with the chosen name tag. With that in mind, I shall push on to further
clarify where all this spiel fits in, and hopefully shines a light on the subject matter.

We are all entitled to our opinions folks, but it becomes a stickler for me, when the
opinionated, lay claim that their interpretations are without fault and it’s right -
because they ( the self-proclaimed experts) say so!

Yes folks, it’s back to the controversial Silver Mealy debacle that keeps rearing its
ugly head and incites me to do a follow up retort - in loudly declaring that the
insistence, it is only the Dilute Blue’s that are true Silvers - as nothing more than
unsubstantiated clap-trap and the unknown breeder, or researcher , whom first
coined this name tag to a Dilute Blue, certainly has a lot to answer for!

We have two color variations of the Ash Red Mealy genotype and other than calling
them: Banana one & Banana two - each variation needs to be accurately
name-classified for research recorded data and the Silver Mealy is far more realistic
in application and scientifically accurate and appropriate- than calling a more-grey
than blue-pigeon - Silver! Pale or Light, is just right, for the Dilute Blues!

The truth be known, we blindly accept the name tags of Blue and Red, but to my
eyes, the humble pigeon is far more brown than red and far more grey than blue!
Whoops! I can already hear the loud cries of Phooey! Phooey! Phooey! Avian-heretic!
And hang the flamin’ Aussie mongrel!

In final summation: It was man, not God that so declared a pigeon shall be so named;
and in so naming a Dilute of the Wild Type variety - a ‘Silver’ - Does not make it one
folks! Make up your own minds, but to me, a Silver Mealy is the most logical and
accurate choice;and in the wise words of Elmer Fudd: “that’s all folks!”

Oct.12. 2009

PS. “I would dearly love to expose the abusive moron who sent several pathetic emails
(some completely unrelated to this subject) just because they believe our opinions
suck - with the misguided fool having recently read an article on the Internet, and in
an indirect manner (the article not disclosing names) - opposing our very entitled right
to express our choice of phraseology and color classification, but there may be ladies
and children viewing, so I must refrain!”

The one important consideration these faceless geniuses overlook is that we have
their email address - Strewth! if one so vehemently disagrees with A.A.R.O’s views
then one should just give our fairdinkum, honest to goodness, Website a miss folks;
and I still reckon: ‘Silver Mealy’ is spot on, but then again, perhaps: Platinum Mealy
is the way to go?

Secret World of Whispers

By Manny Arquette

Chapter one

Legend has it the small country town of Orlando known for frequent paranormal
activity. There were some claiming visitation by radiant angels and others telling
tales of dancing fairies, fearsome scarecrows and singing elves. News spread
reaching the ears of journalist Jasmine Foley. A bright city girl of twenty looking
for newsworthy adventure, the crazy ramblings on occupied her fanciful mind.
Looking for a story out of the box, felt compelled taking one weeks annual leave
in paying Orlando a low key visit.

Autumn of 1933 gave way to winter. Reaching the far distant town, turning into
modest two bowser station released a sigh of relief. The young petite woman
parking black Crossley, Super Silver Sports close to inviting diner, a chillness in
the early morning air saw our pretty blond shudder to gently rub palms.

Kathy Dustan and younger sister Lynne owned and worked the business.
The pumps tended by Calvin Marks. In his mid-thirties, clean-cut and Lynne’s
doting fiancé. Whilst Kathy looked after financial side of things, Lynne worked in
the diner. Jasmine’s approach saw Dustan smile in her warm welcome.
“Well you’re certainly a new face in town. And I’m guessing, here for tomorrow’s
colourful festivities?”

Jasmine returned the smile and looked about the squeaky-clean diner before
responding.
“So where might a wearisome soul find a half decent B& B in Orlando?”
“Depends on what you have in mind honey...” Lynne replied, handing out the
morning’s menu.
“Whatever is readily available for the next week would fit the bill nicely? I mostly
require privacy and a soft pillow for the night.”
“Well we have a reasonably priced motel nearby, or one can arrange to live-in
with an accommodating family. Once decided, I can assist with arrangements.”

As Lynne and Jasmine exchanged social niceties a young mother called Hope
Hanson walked through the swinging doors with twelve year old Andy at her
side. The well liked couple made themselves comfortable at a nearby table and
browsed the breakfast menu. A few seconds later two Greyhound coaches and
jam-packed with‘holly-jollies’ pulled up for one and all to stretch legs and
replenish themselves in preparation for the morning’s adventurous offerings.
Excitable passengers gathered round the diner’s entrance. Whilst Lynne, Hope
and Andy appeared blatantly unperturbed, vociferous chatter attracted young
Jasmine’s attention.

Jasmine

Foley

Chapter Two

In amongst the noisy chaos, Lynne managed to introduce Jasmine to
Hope Hanson who had a spare spacious room at her modest cottage
and picturesquely located on the outskirts of town. Once Jasmine’s
accommodation was finalised, the news reporter would follow Hope’s
shiny saloon to her waiting abode of seven days.

Hope’s late husband Jimmy sadly killed in motor vehicle accident and
widowed young mother forced to provide room and board to maintain
cottage, cater for Andy’s schooling and keep pace with the spiralling
cost of living; a burdening consequence of the great depression of 1929.

Reaching timber framed entrance gates to cottage acreage, young Andy
scurried from the car to open them. Once vehicles passed on through
ensured they were secured. Jasmine suddenly taken by beautiful rural
landscape and well natured mother and son to be drawn together by
some mystical manner of chance. Hope put on the kettle preparing an
appetizing selection of home baked biscuits and fruit cake.

Prior to Jasmine taking light luggage from car into cosy cottage and room,
hypnotically gazed upon the well-established garden. Jasmine felt as if she
inexplicably stood there before and in that very same spot; for magnificent
array of colourful flora was familiar and hauntingly so. Andy watching
nearby exhibiting a beaming smile, walked to Jasmine’s side to gently ease
hand in hers. As she smilingly looked down he spoke in almost a whisper.
“This is our very special magic garden my dad planted and can be your
special magic garden.”Jasmine about to reply when Hope stuck her head
out to announce tea was on the table. Andy knowing there would be
yummy fruit cake on offer hurried away with a laughing Jasmine jogging at
his heels.

The well planned interior adorned with pleasantly appealing décor elegantly
furnished with red oak throughout. Cottage wallpaper decorated with soft
floral design complemented with shamrock green drapery. Dining-kitchen
area central to entrance and divided by an adequate work counter. A round
intricately crafted table with three wicker chairs graced dining room floor.
A narrow hallway emerged left of the living room and led to the bathroom,
laundry and three well lit bedrooms.

Comfortably seated and refreshed, chatted about life’s experiences during
uncertain times and what the future may possibly hold for Orlando’s young
unemployed. Jasmine would learn Hope was previously employed in a
mobile courier service with husband Jimmy; sadly ending with his horrific
and untimely death. Andy’s mother clearing the table, the excitable boy
suddenly clapped hands and with eyes wide open delivered his heartfelt
announcement.“I want Jasmine to meet my best friend in the entire world.
And I know Marley will like you just as much as mom and I.”
Jasmine greatly intrigued by outburst, pondering what this mysterious Marley
character regarded so highly might represent to heart warming Hanson family.

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Gromm declared, as he and Urlik joined ranks.

Chapter Five

Prince Worrell

Vianda & Trundlezee

Wenzel’s Sanctuary

Birthplace of the Neon Fairies

Chapter Seven

“Andy this magic garden of yours is far beyond beautiful in concept and so masterful an
accomplishment by your very gifted father.”
“Thanks for the really nice words Jasmine. If he were still here, I know dad would like you
a real lot.”

White Witches Magic Circle

Chirrika the White Witch

Wenzel’s Incantations

Chapter eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Tesslah’s Wedding

Chapter Eleven

Witches burnt at the stake

Chapter Twelve

Manny Arquette

April. 4, 2010

mannybirdman@hotmail.com

Chapter Thirteen

Thrown into a frantic state of fearful apprehension, Marley flew in many directions in
searching high and low for the whereabouts of his mother. Knowing of the white pigeon’s
plight, a brave young Lembrakka male set out with a close friend to explore the remote
and hostile valley of Yollander Gravatt.

The Lembrakka race were farming peasants residing far south of Orlando. A colony of
some two hundred stood no higher than five feet. Apart from glistening blue-black hair
and golden eyes, were similar to humans.

The ever present danger taught the agronomists to protect themselves. This they cleverly
accomplished by living at the edge of a steep cliff fascia. The engineered hidden village
was well guarded by a number of trained ravens.The wise and highly skilled Lembrakka’s
excavated homes sat a distance below the cliff edge and used an ingenious pulley-system
of rope ladders to see themselves to the top. The lofty dug-outs were suitably outfitted for
maximum comfort and above rope attachments hidden with well placed rubble and dense
shrubbery; camouflaged alarm traps to signal intrusive aggressors were strategically in
evidence.

Chief elder of the alpine tribe was Burrham. His pretty wife was Felima.The alarming matter
of Chirrika’s abduction was brought to Council. After lengthy deliberation their son and only
child was chosen to scout. Yambo and childhood friend Tipalipasip would embark upon a
search of the treacherous terrain. A guardian raven called Mitzell would closely watch over
the courageous duo. Having said goodbye, the adventurous Lembrakka were happily
trekking their quest-bound way towards Yollander Gravatt Valley.

Yambo and Tipalipasip armed themselves with finely crafted swords and daggers. The
brave young Lembrakka were masterfully trained in defensive battle at an early age to have
become accomplished fighters against a would be aggressor.On observing a nearby cave,
Tipalipasip alerted Yambo making their way thereto. Sufficient food for five days journey
was snugly arranged in vine woven back-packs. Sat round a cosy fire, both looked forward
to a tasty snack of nuts and sun dried fruit. Comfortably settled within the subterranean
retreat, Yambo addressed his ravished friend.

Mitzell

Apr. 7, 2010

Chapter fourteen

Apr. 7, 2010

The Volks were a vicious nomadic warring tribe and constant threat to the Lembrakka. Any
creature to have sadly and tragically crossed their pillaging path were mercilessly slain.
The sword and axe wielding horsemen were known to have only two rules of engagement;
give no quarter and show no mercy. They were heartless killers reported to frequent the
vicinity of Yollander Gravatt and Burrham and Felima held great fear for their beloved son
and his friend.
A scouting party of six rode in close proximity to the cave sheltering our two Lembrakka.
With first light of day their leader called Lothan rallied his well rested companions to their
well rested mounts.
“We now swiftly travel the lower reaches of the river gorge to make good time with joining
brother Hedron's advancing battalion in their siege upon Harrogate Castle!”
In thunderous departure on high spirited stallions, the six raucous Volks shouted their
warring cries to the heavens. Looking for signs of enemy occupation, Lothan kept a sharp
eye on a wide area traversed. To the Volks, all but a feared race of giant creatures known
as Mooks were fair game. The Mooks were said to breathe a far reaching torrent of fire
and wrench their burning victims apart; whilst dangling by their tightly grasped feet.

On close approach, Mitzell took to the air to better view the source of disturbance. The
raven knew Lothan and his cut-throat soldiers from previous encounters and hastened to
alert Yambo of the horse bearing dread. The raven’s attention drawn to the Volks, the bird
was to astonishingly discover Yambo and Tipalipasip were no where to be found. Fearing
for their lives, the bird ascended in the hope of fast tracking their movements. With no sight
of the Lembrakka, Mitzell called upon the many parrots and birds of prey to help. All the
raven could do was wait and hope the Volks and Lembrakka not cross paths and Yambo
and Tipalipasip duly be found safe and well. Unfortunately for the raven, because Yambo
so foolishly ventured from his intended course, Mitzell searched the wrong direction.

“Yambo hears fast approaching horses to swiftly come this way! Come Tipalipasip! Let
us hasten to a watchful place of safety...” He alerted his subdued friend.
With the Lembrakka prince leading the way, an outcrop of boulders would offer protection
in viewing the Volks encroaching stallions.

It was as if Tipalipasip was struck mute, for nary a word was uttered by the young warrior.
knowing he grievously wronged his childhood friend, Yambo hoped to make amends.
As a front running Lothan came in sight, the Lembrakka felt their hearts race with fearful
anticipation. For should they be discovered, it was certain death under torturous inquisition;
in expeditiously establishing the presence of others.

“We shall rest our stallions awhile to replenish themselves at the water’s edge.” Lothan
commanded, bringing his steed to steady gallop.

Following their leader’s heavy breathing mount to the river, the soldier’s temporary post
bringing them to a stone’s throw from the anxious lembrakka.

“Harrogate is said to hold one thousand soldiers and each fully armed for battle.” Kelso
addressed Lothan, who had fallen to one knee in washing his weather worn face with the
cool waters of the fast flowing mountain stream.

“And how does Kelso come by such information?”

“Were I to disclose my source, the four winds would surely carry my flagrant disloyalty to
its bearer and my trust would henceforth be found wanting by all who might whisper such
words in Kelso’s obliging ear.”

“Be that as it may, the Volks army will prove too powerful an adversary for any number of
soldiers. King Lemnos will soon know the merciless wrath of Lothan’s sword and his
beloved Nephelia’s head shall hang from the castle walls for all to view!”

Giving up its frantic search Mitzell flew back to the Lembrakka to impart such distressing
news of their vanishing. The Council hastened to meet and discuss an appropriate course
of action. It wasn’t long before a party of sixty armed warriors were dispatched thereto!
Burrham leading the way, Felima left to pray in silence for the safe return of her family.

Princess
Nephelia

Harrogate
Castle

Fearing by the time Harrogate Castle was reached the Holy War would surely be over,
Yambo strongly urged Tipalipasip to quicken pace. In following the Volks' trodden path the
wearisome pair were in desperate need of rest. The gorge pools looked to be most inviting
and so there they would ease their aching feet and rekindle depleted energy. Sat upon a
smooth boulder with eyes closed and legs immersed, Tipalipasip suddenly found his voice.

“Me thinks whilst Yambo hurries to certain death at the hands of the Volks, this wise
lembrakka chooses to live out his days amongst the myriad of flora and fauna. And
Tipalipasip to acquire honey from the bee, fish from the pristine waters, a bountiful supply
of bird eggs and plump ripened fruit and berries for the taking...”

Yambo looked skywards in his taunting reply.

“And in Yambo’s absence, who shall lift my wise friend’s spirits when the snow falls
and all manner of food be sparse? And to also mention the utter feeling of desolation from
isolation, knowing the fauna can only sing my brave companion’s praises in a twittered
and incomprehensible manner?”

The thought provoking response threw the lembrakka’s fearful mind into overdrive and the
bright idea of remaining behind was soon reduced to little more than a flicker. A melodious
voice coming from nearby shrubbery took their immediate attention. The curious young
warriors jumped to their feet to cautiously investigate.

“Sing the songs of peaceful times before the coming storm! For we must all unite to
fight the cursed devil’s spawn!”

The lembrakka warriors looked upon the two startled elfin warriors with astonishment.
Yambo nervously waved to signal friendship. Once satisfied the intimidating arrow
head was gradually lifted from its intended target, offered a token smile. Finding his
tongue Yambo addressed the pretty elfin songbird.

“And what brings an elfin maiden so far from the comforts of home?”

“Perhaps for the very same reasoning of an intrusive lembrakka’s presence?”

Tipalipasip having so far remained tight-lipped, could feel the onset of a throbbing
headache. In wearied anticipation of continued nonsensical chatter between them,
decided to interject.

“Does an elfin songstress find creativity of speech in such poor supply, she is in pitiful
need of lembrakka tutoring?”

“Perhaps a Lembrakka should take heed of where an elfin’s arrow might find itself
deeply imbedded!”

“Perhaps we might all introduce ourselves and rejoice in one another's peaceful
company? I am Tipalipasip and this be my good friend Yambo.”

The manner of address brought smiles all round and bow and arrow laid to rest.

“I am Morgantha. And this elf of few words, be Goobledooble; my younger brother in
arms. We are two of many summoned to this place by Bihnt; Lord and Master of the
Golden Willows. The elfin tribes declare war on those who would prey upon the
defenceless, ally themselves with demonic forces and embrace satanic virtues.”

Morgantha enlightened her impressed audience of two. His becoming smitten,
Yambo’s cheeks were a shade brighter than before.

The midday sun was to not only bring the lembrakka and elfin together, for back at
Orlando, Jasmine waited at the coach terminal to meet and greet her girlfriend.
Mirrabella Cox was due to arrive within the minute and from there be driven back to the
cottage where she would be introduced to the welcoming Hansons. Jasmine offered
to share her room and Mirrabella was happy to help with the rent. As the coach pulled
in and Mirrabella’s smiling face approached, Jasmine hurried over to fondly embrace
her old school chum from the city.

Chapter Seventeen

Mirrabella was a tad on the chubby side and possibly due to her pie and candy addiction.
Her curly hair was dark brown and sat below the ears. She had an infectious laugh and
known to speak her mind. Cox was also prone to babble after a drink or two. Reputed to
gossip, Jasmine ensured to only let slip what could do her no harm. Midway through their
leisurely drive to the cottage, a sudden call of nature saw Foley pull over to the side of the
road and Cox hastening towards nearby willows. Jasmine couldn’t help but laugh in
watching Mirrabella zigzag her awkward way in avoiding cow pats littering the property.

“Well nothing much out of the box really. Max deciding to join up was an abrupt end to my
social life. I did however, get to see your old flame hitched to Cass. You know, the blond
bike with the big bazookas. After giving up the ghost on private pea-brain, still waiting for
my butter and egg man to come along. So what in God’s name were you thinking Jas’?
To ditch your great paying job for an unpaid life in this barren cow patch?”

“I guess to better understand ones seemingly bizarre motives, one would have to walk in
their shoes. I am currently sniffing about the place for a job. And to be quite honest,
although city life has a great deal to offer in the way of steady employment and social life,
once a body truly gets to know the town folk and what Orlando has to offer, the reasons
for my being here will soon become apparent.”

Andy waited by the gates as the vehicle passed. The excited boy vigorously waved and
whistled in his welcome. Jogging after them, young Hanson couldn’t wait to meet the new
guest and show Mirrabella the magic garden. Once formalities were over and Cox shown
about, Hope put on the kettle and brought out the cake and biscuits. The table had a forth
wicker chair to compliment it and all were to settle in for stimulating conversation.

The four elated elves greeted their longtime unseen cousin with a graceful bow. With all
gathered round her, Morgantha conducted introductions.

“Lead us to the demonic fray! To live or die this holy day of days!” A bearded dwarf
shouted, axe wielded high above the head.

“Cursed be the demon soldiers wishing to devour and destroy all that is holy!”
One female mountain gnome loudly announced to all and sundry. Her only weapon a
barrage of vitriolic wordiness and glimmering holy cross round her neck.

“Let the many Volks to soon taste the thrust of my sword, be spirited to a welcoming
fiery hell!” With unsheathed sword held high, Dramm loudly proclaimed to the elfin
gods.

A faint chanting heard to manifest itself had begun to gradually build and grow.
The three symbolic passages to reach Lembrakka ears were most familiar indeed.
Caught up in the adrenalin rush, Yambo and Tipalipasip zealously joined in the
thunderous chorus.

“Denzolgazza! Tekelek! Moothdeem!”

In their advance the air was electric and clear skies darkened with a raucous multitude
of winged creatures following the small army. It was as if the bird life sensed the fragility
of their threatened earthly habitation and become supportive to the holy cause.

The unsuspecting Volks camped a far distance from the marching alliance and mobilized
into three battalions; amongst them were a number of Mooks. Hedron was leading
the warring parties and instructed the first of three units would confront the exposed
battalion of King Lemnos. Led by General Aaramus, the horse battalion of five hundred
were advantaged by higher ground. Kelso having given Lothan the slip was safely behind
castle walls and briefing the King and his advisers, as to Volks' tactical deceptions and
the fighting power carried. Bearing witness to their blood chilling manner of fighting,
Kelso’s greatest concern was the giant Mooks who historically remained undefeated in
all known battle. Perhaps this war of wars might see history changed? And if not to be -
there sadly may not be a living soul to tell the tale of woe!

Lothan

Janzell

Zenzola
Evil Fire-Witch

Vinka

Morgantha

Chapter eighteen

The relationship between Bill and Wenzell blossomed to the point of asking she move in.
After agreeing to accept her white witch ways, the loving couple announced they would
wed in the coming spring and so plans were afoot in preparation of invitations to send.
Carson kept busy with the farming side of things and bringing his prized show wagon to its
former glory. Wenzel in the kitchen and also assisting with the business side of things, Bill
was indeed a very fortunate man.

That afternoon the buzzer announced an expected visitor. Removing a home baked pie
from oven to dining table Wenzel was soon at the door.

“Hello Andy. Bill’s waiting for you round back. And as you can probably smell, I have just
this minute taken a shepherd's pie from the hot oven. So when you hard working farm
boys are done with seeing to the animals, we can all get stuck into it. And whatever’s
left is to go home with you.”

Andy hastening to tell Bill the exciting news of his mother permitting he keep homing
pigeons and see to the construction of a loft, Wenzell suddenly experienced a dizzy spell
and nauseatingly so. Clutching at her abdomen she sat awhile at the table in anticipation
of its soon passing.
“Now this I find most strange? I was only just now feeling on top of the world. Perhaps it
could be due to the onset of a winter’s cold? Or who knows what it might be?”
The white witch found herself debating the matter which had taken a turn for the better.
Thinking no more of it, Wenzell prepared fruit salad for three and a jug of freshly squeezed
orange juice.

Whilst Andy fed and watered the homing pigeons, Bill saw to the pigs and poultry.

The boy had good reason to be excited that day, as Carson invited he pick out any pair
from a large flock of pigeons to kick off his hobby. In his selection, Andy’s scrutinising
eyes went from bird to bird.

“Um. Maybe the blue bar cock with a blue checker hen?” He gleefully pondered aloud,
with so much colourful choice.

“Bill! Andy! Chow’s on the table! Come and get it while it’s good an hot boys!”

Wenzell’s inviting voice saw Carson and Hanson making a beeline for the door and
awaiting aromatically sumptuous offerings.

With her son away for the afternoon, Hope arranged for the three girls to hit the town for
a little window shopping; and if time permitted, a quick visit to her dear mother’s home to
check if all was well.

In the prospect of crossing paths with and flirtatiously luring some eligible young man
into her dizzying world of painting the town red, Mirrabella was meticulous in alluring
womanly presence. One thing the young lass had going for her was a classy, eye
catching selection of fashionable wear - most of which were expensive foreign imports.
The sad state of the economy seemed of little consequence to the only child and
daughter of an oil magnate, and Cox showed no shame in her wanton exhibitionism.

“Come on Cox! Hope’s now waiting in the car and time’s a fleeting!” Jasmine impatiently
called from the front door. With little miss razzle dazzle being somewhat content with her
sexually appealing appearance, the three were motoring their way to the shopping hub of
Orlando.

As chance would have it, a handsome young man from the County of Ravenswood was
visiting the shopping centre to pick up a package from the post office. Twenty three year
old Jonathan Lacey was a primary school teacher by profession. A former resident of
Orlando left to take up an opening at the Ravenswood school for the blind.The sad
misfortune to have befallen the children was the driving force behind deciding to leave
and Jonathan certainly a role model to the rural community. On arrival, the tall, blue eyed
biker secured his well tuned Hog and entered the post office to collect his long awaited
bundle of murder mystery novels. Deciding to wander through the busy complex before
heading home, in amongst the hustle and bustle of shoppers, the bundle carried was
knocked to the dirty pavement by a distracted passer by.

“Oh I’m so terribly sorry to have been so darn clumsy! Pleas allow me to get your
parcel.”

In hasty retrieval of the slightly soiled package, Jasmine blushed in her apology.

“Oh It’s quite okay miss, I was probably as much to blame. And thanks for dusting it off.”

As he spoke, Jonathan’s deep voice, vivid blue eyes, infectious smile and well
proportioned physique, caused all three women to mentally fan their flushed faces.
“I can only trust I haven’t damaged anything?” Jasmine found herself apologising once
more; and while Jonathan responded accordingly, Mirrabella was desperate to steal
Lacy’s attention away from her love-struck girlfriend.

“Just a bundle of books is all. So please don’t give it another thought...okay miss?”

“I do so love reading!” Cox interjected with enthusiasm. And who knows, Um...perhaps we
may have more than a mutual interest? I am Mirrabella Cox and so you are...?”

Hope and Jasmine were embarrassingly astonished over such incorrigible behaviour.
Were it not for Hope’s presence and a peaceful disposition, Foley’s boot would surely
have embraced Mirrabella’s fat behind!

With newly found friends in the offing, the four figures made their way to the bistro.
Perhaps this was more than chance and Jasmine Foley’s stars were in romantic alignment?
All the while of their revealing conversation, Jonathan found himself hypnotically entranced
with the clumsy young miss.

Marley

With Udah and Bordas restraining horses, Goontz was on the wagon attempting to overpower
and subdue Carson. His putting up one hell of a fight, a hefty blow to the jaw saw the victim
reeling backwards and falling heavily inside the wagon to drift into comatose state. Picking up
the limp body, Goontz threw it from the wagon to the ground. Bill lay motionless, bleeding to the
left side of the temple.
“Looks to be a right goner my brothers!”Goontz gleefully announced. Leaving the scene, the
bandits making good their escape in the direction of highlands.

The power in their bulging arms and well dug in footing brought the horses to bear and all
seemed lost! During the vicious attack, as Wenzel carried out an incantation to help a friend
through sad tidings, her attention was drawn to the glowing pulsations emitted from a magical
crystal globe. The powerful white witch hastened to see what visual revelations were at hand
and horror struck to witness the vile assault upon her soul mate she so desired to love.
Wenzel wasted no time in racing to her saloon to drive like the Devil; for she was desperate
to reach the place of bloody conflict.

By the time Wenzel pulled up where Carson lay he was barely breathing. Dreading her arrival
be in vain, a dark cloud of despair came over the white witch. Taking her bag of tricks from the
car Wenzel frantically begun the incantations to hopefully save her heart’s desire. As the magic
progressed a whirlwind seen to circle the farmer and all the white witch do was pray and wait
for signs of life. As the spinning slowed and the whirlwind faded to little more than a wisp of rising
air the moment of truth was at hand. Kneeling at his side she placed one ear to his chest in
anticipation of a heart beat. Wenzel's face lit up and in a moment of unprecedented joy the white
witch raised both outstretched arms to the heavens releasing a deafening cry of gratitude.

A God fearing man of peace, Bill carried no weapons. Approaching outcrop of boulders, the
bandits made their move. Dashing from their place of hiding cut off his escape by taking hold
of the harness. Shocked and fearful of the attackers intent, Bill tried to stampede the horses to
hopefully throw the men off balance thereby escape.

Unbeknownst to Bill his right of passage to be rudely interrupted by three thieving rogues
watching the wagon’s approach from the cover of a rocky hillside. The armed brigands intent
on high jacking the prized horses and wagon with all its glittering contents.The eldest of the
muscle bound trio was called Udah. His rugged face scarred to the left of his cheek and well
kept blond locks to the pit of his back. Our second bandit was a bald headed swine of a man
named Bordas. Last of the ruffians had black frizzy hair and the kind of facial ugliness to make
a spinster joyfully content with her status in life. His name was Goontz. It was said he bit off
victims ears swallowing them for the pure pleasure.

Finding himself in a sad and sorry state inside the white witch’s colonial styled home,
Bill rested on a spacious divan with Wenzel at his side. Carson no idea she was
into white magic, despairing for his beloved horses and show wagon asked the county
sheriff be notified. Wenzel would have preferred to deal with the matter in her own
vengeful way, but did as the farmer requested. A quick telephone call inspired and
motivated the middle aged lawman into decisive action.

George Monroe presiding sheriff of Orlando for two decades, his petite deputy of twelve
years a proven track record for meeting the requirements of her duties. Recently
celebrating her thirtieth birthday, Libby Sheppard preparing to take leave to embark on
an overseas holiday. Wenzel’s call soon found her cancelling and focusing on the
extremely dangerous task ahead. With gathering the necessary information on the vicious
assault and robbery, George wasted little time in putting together an elite hunting party
of seven officers and setting out on horse back in a northerly direction towards
Scarecrow Mountain.

Whilst the posse concentrated their efforts tracking three criminals, Wenzel convinced
Bill he was not well enough to return to his homestead and stay the night. As he rested
she left for a short duration to drive to his house to care for the pigeons and farm
animals. Bill was able to limp about with some difficulty. Not that Carson was nosey, but
some wall paintings and unfamiliar hieroglyphics aroused his curiosity and found himself
closely inspecting the artwork in trying to fathom saviour’s taste with such an unusual
collection of fanciful pictures and crafted objects; our farmer had no inkling he was in
close proximity to a haunted cemetery.

Bill and Wenzel making the best of destiny’s calling and Andy and Jasmine spending
time at the nearby river for a leisurely hour spent swimming and sun baking, our law
enforcers making good time in their pursuit for justice in the Orlando way. As a
narrow canyon reached the sheriff signalled his troops for a well needed respite under
cover of trees. With the horses tethered and watered by one of the officers, Libby and
the others gathered round George Monroe to chew the fat and refresh themselves
before continuing their hunt.
“Now according to my way of reckoning we should reach the river gorge leading to
Scarecrow Mountain pass within the hour. I must now caution, our journey from there
on becomes a life and death situation and a matter of vigilant surveillance. For we have
no idea what to expect in our unfamiliarity with harsh terrain and wildlife status.”

As darkness swallowed the moon, night creatures stirred in their arousal. Hope lovingly
embracing Andy in her farewell. The mystical journey to change the hearts of many saw
a hush fallen upon the land. Jasmine ensured nothing left to chance and seven white
spare candles lay snugly in her shoulder bag. Andy in charge of a kitbag of food and
drinks, our joyous adventurers soon travelled the road taking them to a section of magic
garden known as Golden Willows. This time of planning was also to be a special night
for one of our neon-fairy twins.

“And what devilish manner of art does this unholy characterization represent?” Bill said
aloud. Scrutinizing a wall painting portraying a group of white witches gathered within a
magic circle to ward off evil spirits, his intrigue grew all the more. The six witches
depicted viewed holding hands in circular formation and had Carson scratching more
than his scalp. “I only pray Wenzel is able to see to all the animals without getting into
any trouble. It’s such a pity Andy was out and about. For he could have shown her the
ropes and put my foolish mind at ease...” The anxious farmer imparted his concerns to
an unseen ghostly audience

Whilst the human inhabitants of Orlando entertained themselves with self serving
frivolities, in another sector of the rural county and some distance from the magic
garden, an awakening and one that may threaten Marley’s hoped for freedom. Although
the demonic Mondeith seen to be vanquished to the fiery pits of hell by Wenzel, remained
an unholy force laying dormant till the shroud of darkness enslaving the only son and
child of the white witch Chirrika, in danger of being lifted by another mortal being.

“So what’s life been like under Monroe’s tight reign?”
“Oh he’s not so bad when a body gets to know the cantankerous old coot. George does
have a soft side to him, but sure as hell takes a great deal of coercing for Monroe to
show it. Oh and Pete tells you’re in line for promotion that may take you from the county
to God knows where?”
“Well I do still have the option of turning it down. Depending on what happens after
this here caper, I have some mighty heavy thinking to do before it’s well and truly
dropped in my lap.”

The Sheriff briefing Libby and the men, all took time to relax and ease some of the
aching discomfort arising from their saddle afflicted backsides. Libby found herself
dreaming of long awaited holiday adventure that might have been. One of a posse
taking a fancy to the attractive brunette approached to check out the likelihood of
romantic eventuality in the unforgiving solitude of the highlands. The tall handsome
lawman was friend to Libby’s twin brother and on occasion cross paths. Luke Armstrong
was thirty four and looking to settle down. Two years previous, the third generation law
enforcement officer awarded for bravery in the line of duty.

Before another word exchanged between Libby and Luke, the fired-up sheriff
announcing pushing on with the search and the seven spirited horses were kicking up
the fine red dust in the direction of Scarecrow Mountain. In the fast riding posse reaching
their destination, the light would be fading. Whilst the sheriff dutifully contemplated a
confrontational course of action, back at the outskirts of Orlando, another destination
being plotted. On their return from the swimming hole Jasmine and Andy had to carefully
plan their night time excursion and the excitement building within the cottage was electric
to say the least. Hope was keen to help in any way she could, packing a sufficiently
appetizing take away meal for two and thermos of hot chicken broth to keep their bellies
warm.

The coming of the dawn found our seven law enforcers waking to a cool, but welcoming
morning and while Libby and Luke prepared a hot breakfast, sheriff Monroe and the
other officers looked to the horses in readiness for an early start. Libby was beginning to
feel more than just friendship towards her growing heart’s desire and Luke sensed
things were finally going his way. Announcing it was belly warming chow time, one and
all tucked into a brekky of baked beans, toast and a mug of piping hot black coffee.
“I strongly suggest now’s a good time ensuring our weapons are in fine working order.
Because once the fiery action begins in earnest, there’s no giddy-God-dang second
chances! And errors cost lives!”
The sheriff sternly briefed his hunting party and once mounted, the magnificent seven
were steering their trusty steeds in the direction of Scarecrow Mountain.

To be continued in the Photo Album 2 segment

Apr. 11, 2010

Chapter Six

After several minutes the small clearing bordered by abundant flora was little more than host
to a community of pretty butterflies. Jasmine was beginning to wonder if perhaps young Andy
lost a couple of marbles along the way. The reporter was finding it hard not to laugh. In a
sudden flash of excitement the boy pointed his shaking finger at the clearing and as her blurry
eyes cleared to refocus, Jasmine felt her heart stop beating. For a young fairy tiptoed her
cute pretty way across a spider web stretched across sections of flora. Jasmine couldn’t
believe her eyes and pinched herself to see if perhaps had fallen asleep and it was all a
dream. Unable to contain her emotions, she excitedly blurted out her overwhelming surprise.
“Oh my sweet Jesus! Do my eyes deceive me? Or was that darling little girl a real living fairy?”
Andy clapped his hands with joyous rapture for his quest was successfully achieved. He now
felt confident Jasmine accompany him and Marley’s curse be miraculously lifted and gone
forevermore!

The journalist followed close behind her love-struck tour guide. It wasn’t long before Andy
signalled to lay low with keeping still.

Andy’s words brought a warm smile to Foley’s face. Hugging the endearing boy, Jasmine
softly kissing his forehead.
”So where exactly are you taking me now sonny Jim?”
“Just a little further there’s a special part of the garden and playground to some of Marley’s
friends. If we are real quiet and sneak up on them you can see them at play...okay?”
To say the young lass was intrigued would surely be an understatement; for Jasmine began
feeling wobbly at the knees and brow showing signs of sweat.
”And so where do the children come from using this playground? And will our friend Marley
be anywhere nearby?”
The boy smiled and shrugged his shoulders. Jasmine shook a stiffened finger in fun and
the merry couple couldn’t help but laugh at one another’s childish antics.
“Shush now Jasmine! We are almost there and mustn’t talk, because they have such
excellent hearing and are easily frightened...”

With the street parade a success, Bill Carson’s wagon traversed the dirt track leading to the
tranquility of his homestead. The whistling farmer pondered the wonderful day. Contemplating
a bigger and better exhibition next winter's showing, his creative imagination heightened.
Bill a charismatic personality, the wavy fall of his greying hair gave the kindhearted man a look
of distinction. The years of toil kept the wheat farmer in good physical shape and many
women found him attractive and potential breadwinner with much to offer.
Wenzel’s eyes also focused Bill’s way. Her heart skipped many a beat in following his artful
wagon throughout festivities. Wenzel could have used her magic to entice the man into her
mystical world, but was a proud woman with high morals and would let the universal powers
do her bidding. Her chosen solitude saw her living in a hauntingly residential abode to test the
bravest of men. The house was situated in an ancient cemetery deserted by townsfolk due to
ghostly apparitions.

Once shown required living amenities and well stocked larder, Jasmine unpacked and neatly
folded clothing hung to air. Hot bath was next on the weary traveller’s agenda. After the
evening meal and motivation and time permitted, Foley considered a lazy stroll round the
Hanson property to complete a most interesting and memorable day. Leaving Jasmine to
her own devices, Hope prepared steak and kidney pie to be followed and complemented
with trifle for dessert. Andy was outdoors picking a variety of flowers to present to second
best friend from the city.The special bunch in hand, our red haired, freckled face
Romeo in need of a vase or suitable container to hold colourful aromatic gift in friendship.

Tragg over the moon seeing his dearly loved twin tying the knot and would be best
fairy. As time drew near excitement grew. Traggle knowing there was no turning back.
kept busy looking the part for his beautiful wife to be.The fairies enlisted help of small
animals such as squirrels to gather food for special festivities. Another source of
assistance from swamp Toad called Wadlow. It was its job to call on many relatives
to ensure annoying insects, especially pesky mosquitos and ants dealt with in no
uncertain manner. Wadlow instructed croaking crew to encircle the magic garden
of ensuing celebration. A host of airborne neon-fairies lighting up the skies turning night
into day our two humans located hidden entry to Golden Willows secret sanctum and
Marley’s hideaway. The candle light showing the way through a narrowing passageway,
Jasmine talked in whispers.

“How darn long before this sacred lake of yours is reached Andy? My poor aching feet
are crying out for rest.”
“When the first of golden willows is seen we will soon come to a glowing cave. Marley
will be waiting for us inside.”
The sacred lake essential to the ensuing magical transformation. located a short distance
from cave of a masterful magician. Knowing the wearisome journey ending, Jasmine
relentlessly pushed on. Whilst she and Andy looked out for the golden willow, fairy
festivities were in full swing.

On king Saffaran's arrival, Traggle and Tesslah would be wed and fairy community enter
into a night of merriment; till the wee hours of the morning. .

With Jasmine catching a glimmer of golden foliage, knew it must surely be the Golden
Willows.
“Thank the good Lord in Heaven!” She vocally rejoiced.
The wearisome journalist having produced a flask of water, proceeded to take a long
refreshing drink. Young Andy showing no sign of tiring kept shaking his head over
Jasmine’s pitiful state of being.

One of toads making a fuss due to its station and placing it a stones throw from a
sleeping tree snake, approached uncle in protest. Wadlow watched and waited for
nephew’s arrival’s anticipated belly ache.
“Uncle Wadlow? Why is it...I am always given the most unpleasant job of all?”
The indifferent toad ran its long tongue over its bottom lip, before smugly replying.
“Because it is what it Is that it is what it is...”
The nephew knew not what the babbling uncle was on about and so enquired.
“If all is as Uncle says, what must a worried toad do when the hungry tree snake
awakens?”
“Might your wise old uncle suggest on close approach look our tree snake friend in
the eye and simply puff yourself up. And should this not be a deterrent then Wadlow
suggests my dear nephew hop away as fast as a troublesome toad can.”
The bewildered young toad unhappily hopped back to its post to nervously wait.

“Brother Traggle! Brother Traggle!”
The twin called to his talkative brother, surrounded by many a fairy wishing to offer their
congratulations. Taking his leave,Traggle joined Tragg.
“Traggle is here! Brother dear ...?”
“ I just wanted to say. The fairy king is on his way.”
“Oh upon my word! Brother Traggle must hasten away to alert Dweeb of his coming.”

Stickleback Tri-Claw

“This Marley friend of yours sure had better be worth all this darn fuss and bother young
man!” Jasmine remarked with stiffened finger. The cave entrance reached, our courageous
explorers made their way to a clearing of a rocky interior. While Andy scouted in search of
Marley, Jasmine proceeded to lay out the candles in a wide circle. Once lit made herself
comfortable on a rounded boulder and awaited the boy’s return. As time passed and still
no sign of a living soul, Jasmine’s wondering mind begun to conjure up all manner of
creepy crawlies and a panicked battalion of blood sucking bats that may come her fearful
way. A sudden shuffling nearby had soon snapped Foley out of her fanciful imagination
and praying it friend not foe.
“Andy! Marley! Is that you shuffling about in the shadows?”

Not long after fairies battle with Trundlezee and elfin army, Tesslah won her way with
Traggle and blossoming romance turned to wedding proposal. News of joyous occasion
travelled far and wide. The many relations and friends eagerly awaited invitations.
The king of fairies and Prince Worrell's father there for grand ceremony. Six fairy
maidens chosen to help Tesslah in fashionable preparations to wow pants of Traggle
when parading in all her enchanting glory. As fairy weddings go much to plan and carry
out for chosen area of matrimony to be transformed into a veritable Garden of Eden.
Royalty suitably catered for placed in capable hands of robust fairy called Dweeb.

The small figure remained just beyond candle light and only a faint outline seen by our
terrified journalist now standing on the boulder.
“I must warn you! I have a loaded gun inside my bag! And who ever you are? You had
better keep your God damn distance!”
A voice reached out to Jasmine from the shadows. The few spoken words resonating
throughout the cave sending a shiver down her spine.
“This weapon will be of no consequence! For I be Bihnt! Lord and Master of this
sacred domain!”
The young woman was beside herself. At that very moment considered the dire possibility
of Andy and Marley's untoward demise at the hands of this unseen threat, certain to
impose its uncertain intent.
“Who ever you are! Please tell me what you want from me? I had no idea this was your
home and am very sorry to have intruded upon your sacred sanctuary!”
Jasmine’s echoing voice caused a family of dwarf bats flee the cave. As the Insipid
looking creature edged closer, Bihnt once more addressed a frantic, tearful Jasmine.

“The human must fear me not! For Bihnt means no harm! This is a holy chancel to any
seeking its ascendancy against evil and a master magician welcomes the human feel
safe within my home and protective bastion!”
The cave’s Lord and Master was a hairy, stocky creature standing a tad over four feet.
Its thick furry red coat wholly covered the oddity of nature and voice emitted had a
hypnotic calming effect. The three eyed anomaly walked in the manner of a penguin
and exhibited a wide mouth. Bihnt was aware of Andy and Jasmine’s presence and
also of their heart felt quest. Its presence was one of forewarning and had our journalist
remained calm in manifestation, Bihnt would have explained the details of the sinister
storm building and evolving into a demonic force to soon be reckoned with! The moment
Jasmine laid eyes on the weird looking fur-ball her state of anguish almost turned to one
of laughter. Keeping her wits about her Foley thought to ask Bihnt as to the nature of evil
coming their way and how they might defend against such a powerful adversary.In time
taken for Bihnt to reach Jasmine, Andy walked through the darkness to share burdening
news on Marley’s disturbing absence.

“On my way to where I normally meet Marley, I ran into Gunderah who said my friend
could not be here because of very sad news concerning his mother. Gunderah said
Chirrika was taken from her home by a vigilante party and they are going to punish her
for being a witch. Marley’s now looking for his mom to help her escape.”
The Gunderah Andy mentioned was a large cave dwelling lizard able to communicate
with the young boy. Gunderah was also a friend to Andy’s departed father.
The news carried certainly put a dampener and hold on proceedings and together with
Bihnt's proclamation of demonic upheaval was sufficient cause with inflicting a severe
migraine upon our devastated journalist; now well and truly at the end of her tether!
“So where to from here for goodness sake’s...?” Jasmine soulfully beckoned, barely
holding back the tears.
Andy merely shrugged and kicked the dust at his feet. The sadness felt was such, he
lost all appetite for conversation. In such overwhelming solace paced back and forth.

“I say the sadness we now bear must be put aside to make ready for the devilish tidings
ahead. For were we to tarry and permit foretold manifestation to persist, even divine
powers bestowed upon Bihnt and the magic garden, could not withstand demonic
forces of the incarnate Prince of Darkness!”
Bihnt’s blood chilling proclamation was enough to see Jasmine racing to a dark corner
to decorate the ground at her feet with Hope’s tasty chicken broth and whatever else
remained undigested.
With Bihnt organizing a future meeting during daylight hours and Jasmine and Andy
dragging their sad and sorry tails back home, it certainly seemed Marley's curse would
remain till the next moon phase. In light of this, the young journalist needed seriously
consider extending her stay with the Hansons.

That uneventful evening for some was also a most eventful one for our fairy friends.
For the wedding ceremony of Traggle and Tesslah went without a hitch and the blissful
couple were duly winging their loving way to a fairy retreat known as Honey Suckle Glen

Long faces expressed disappointment in being denied a showdown to see the cowardly
desperados to justice. Monroe decided not to wait around in the event of an early return
and the posse of six reunited with Libby. Whereabouts of Carson’s wagon made known,
Bill arranged to have a suitably armed party see to its home return.
The farmer and his beloved white witch would share a mutual connection and one
proving to be most fulfilling indeed. Libby and Luke arranged to celebrate the fruitless,
but exciting manhunt with a romantic night on the town. Whereas Jasmine informed her
city boss of quitting to remain in Orlando. Hope and Andy were chuffed to have the
young woman stay under their roof.
Marley on the other hand was making every effort to track down the whereabouts of his
sadly missed mother and calling on the creatures of the magic garden to assist his quest.
Bihnt busied itself with bringing together white witches and wizards to unify as a powerful
force against the ensuing shroud of darkness. And not forgetting Tragg and Traggle
enlisting in Prince Worrell’s neon-fairy army to do battle with Trundlezee and cohorts.

The six lawmen debated the perplexing issue. Marshall Jasper O'Brien stepped
forward with a plausible theory regards the befuddling matter.
“Now just what if our canny crimbo’s were well acquainted with the terrain and
somewhere here bout’s exists a well camouflaged cavern to accommodate the
horse drawn wagon; and tracks dusted to fool any following behind?”
“God damn brilliant reckoning Jasper! You sure as hell put on your thinking cap.”
Starting their search from where tracks ended, the determined officers scanned
every nook and cranny of the canyon.
“Sheriff! Over here! A hidden cave entrance!”
Luke alerted with redeeming himself. With shrubbery removed, the deliberating
peace officers entered the half-lit subterranean hideout. Talking in whispers, sheriff
Monroe cautiously led the way to the near distant wagon. On closer inspection it
looked as if the cave was deserted. Horses gone the robbers left to bring misery to
some other hapless soul targeted by Udah, Bordas and Goontz.

The sheriff gave the hand signal he was moving towards the nearby ridge and
others hang back till the go ahead to join him. Vanishing from view, Monroe
kept his head low in approaching a small shiny object sat atop a tall boulder.
“What in the cotton pickin’ blazes...?” The bemused sheriff exclaimed.
Regaining his six foot stance, peered up at the light reflecting tin can which was
most likely left by the three bandits. He soon saw several others littering the
landscape and some with bullet holes. The grinning man removed his hat to
scratch his scalp before backtracking to where his anxious colleagues waited.
Once they had a laugh at Luke’s expense, the enforcement officers put on their
serious face and the hunt was on as before. Baffled by sudden disappearance
of wagon tracks, Monroe scrutinised the landscape for revealing signs.

The enraged deputy cursed the sheriff’s leaving her behind and denting her pride.
On Luke’s departure, assured Libby the decision was in no way a reflection on her
ability as an officer of the law.
The county deputy comforting herself close to tethered horses, the guarded posse
made their way forward. Following tracks, the committed party of men kept eyes
peeled and guns at the ready.
“Sheriff! Swear I saw a flash of gun-metal just beyond the northern ridge!”
“Great work Luke! Just move in with eyes wide open boys. And we don’t want no
foolhardy cowboys - savvy?”
In regrouping, the brave lawmen climbed in the direction of Luke’s sighting.
Approaching the area of contention, Luke felt his neck hair stand on end.

“Whoa there boy!”
Sheriff Monroe pulled hard the reigns bringing his fiery stallion to slow gallop.
Libby rode alongside to see what was on her alert bosses mind.
“So what’s the deal here sheriff?”
“We are now entering the canyon pass and with rocky outcrops to both sides are
vulnerable to sniper fire.”
“So what do you have in mind?”
“I think it best if one officer stays behind with the horses and the rest set off on
foot.The wagon tracks appear fresh and perhaps our lawless thugs became a little
too sure of themselves. One can only pray we have the advantage here Libby...”
The posse coming to a halt under the cover of trees, dismounted and Monroe
announced who would stay and who would go.
“God damn the old coot’s flea bitten hide!” Libby kicked the dust at her feet.

Following the meandering course of the highland’s river system with a winter’s storm front
closing in, the wearisome two decided seeking cover of some nearby cave or tree hollow.

“I wonder what vile creatures might dwell within the darkness of this cave?”

“Gallago the Wise tells, the many highland caves we might choose to enter are known to
be home to a ravenous flying creature and said to be a demonic Stickleback Tri claw!”

“Yambo thinks maybe our Gallago the Wise drinks too much of the sweet nectar of the
vines, my very fanciful friend. And should such a fearful, legendary creature so exist, and
this devilish spawn of evil dare come Yambo’s and Tipalipasip’s way, we are certain to
have its vile measure. Once defeated, we shall take home its ugly head to present to
Gallago the Wise and tribe as glorious of trophies!”

Whilst our Lembrakka warriors whiled away their time with idle chatter, the onset of
darkness found our young journalist at the cottage and in her bedroom. She was chatting
over the phone to her long time city girlfriend. Jasmine and Mirrabella Cox were class
mates and kept in close touch. The two had earlier planned to travel and Foley suggested
she come to Orlando for a catch-up visit and personal guided tour of what the town had
to offer. Jasmine was of two minds revealing to Mirrabella the wonderment to be
experienced within the magic garden. Fearing the highly excitable Cox might spread the
incredulous news to her city friends, wisely decided to tread with caution.

Hope and Andy kept busy in the family room playing checkers. The highly competitive boy
was a skilled opponent and his exuberantly vociferous determination in winning would at
times become a source of annoyance.

“One more outburst like that Mr smarty pants, and I’m going to make you swallow each
and every one of these!” Hope frowningly threatened, shaking a round white checker
piece in front of her smiling son’s overly smug face.

“Sorry mom, but Jimmy always said no one remembers the player who runs second.
And a real canny opponent always plays to win. Gosh mom. I so wish dad were here to
play checkers with us...”

The solemn look to Andy’s face found a tearful Hope in loving embrace. Hanson softly
whispered they would lay flowers on the morrow and from there drive to town to visit his
widowed grandmother; to be duly treated to a hearty sampling of delicious home baked
rhubarb pie and home made ice cream.

The cottage in darkness and all within snugly tucked away for the night, our restless
Lembrakka warriors decided to explore the cave. A burning branch lit the way and as
Yambo and one very nervous Tipalipasip made steady progress, a multitude of lofty eyes
focused their way.

“Does not my brave friend Yambo sometimes fear what demons may be waiting for us in
the darkness ahead?”

“It is not something for we Lembrakka warriors to dwell upon and Tipalipasip should be
more trusting in the skilful ways of our teachings.The Elders would not have entrusted us
on such a quest were they questioning of our courage and determination to succeed.
Fear my friend, is but a dark tormenting spirit to confront during a time of near death in
battle. And if we are to see our way safely through this perilous journey, it is a powerful
force to be respected and soulfully conquered!”

Reaching an area of subterranean tunnels, in order to retrace their steps, Yambo wisely
gathered pebbles to set down at each entrance.The stones were arrow-shaped to point in
the direction of their smouldering fire. Midway through a low lying corridor, an eerie chorus
of scratching and nattering sounds were heard. In fearful anticipation,Tipalipasip felt the
bravado inspired by Yambo swiftly drain from his being!

“Tipalipasip thinks it most wise to be done with exploring this unholy den of evil. And with
heavy craving for sleep, a hasty return to the warmth of our awaiting camp fire is strongly
suggested?”

Astutely aware of his friend’s dire anxiousness and not wishing to prolong the suffering,
in turning back, the high-held torch light exposed an intriguing area of strange wall art and
unfamiliar hieroglyphics

“One can only wonder what such craft and encrypted messages might reveal.” Yambo
remarked, craning to better see all before him.

“In such devilish abominations pictured, this Lembrakka warrior sees it as clear warning to
all who so foolishly venture this way. And Tipalipasip fearfully believes any further intrusion
be surely dealt with in some cruel and unspeakable manner!” The trembling voice of a
peace loving lembrakka echoed; his over clocked pounding heart at bursting point.

Denzolgazza Tekelek Moothdeem - was a brief passage of encrypted message. In translation:
Destroyers’ of the faith. Must be vanquished. By holy fire!
Much of the fading art depicted ghostly spirits and demonic creatures in monumental
battle of heavenly souls against evil.The scripted foreboding proclamation in stone, looked
to be of ancient form and in ageing become indistinct and illegible.

Radiating glowing embers in sight, Tipalipasip released a sigh of utter relief and pace
thereto quickened. Yambo merely shook his head and smiled. His curiosity aroused, the
princely Lembrakka felt an overpowering urge to search for the hidden city exhibited on the
cavern wall. In his approximation as to its whereabouts, the young warrior calculated a
day’s journey from camp. Sat round the growing fire, Tipalipasip stretched and yawned in
casual address.

“I now pray to fall into sound slumber to awaken only when the glorious morning light
cometh hither to deliver us from this foul hermitage…”

Whilst his snoring companion dreamed of the many beautiful, available Lembrakka waiting
for him back home, Yambo rested with one eye open; for noises previously heard was
good cause with remaining vigilant.

Throwing pebbles into the darkness to ward off any approaching creature, the exciting
thoughts of a far more dangerous pilgrimage persisted. Inasmuch as the Lembrakka
Council specifically ordained the hunt with establishing Chirrika’s reported whereabouts,
Yambo’s complete and utter disregard of well-known presiding law, foolishly decided to
reroute. In ignoble pursuit of an impulsively motivated and unsanctioned crusade, the
impassioned warrior showed total disregard for punishable consequence of tribal
banishment to surely befall them.

The Lembrakka were able to communicate with ravens and once Mitzell became aware of
the untoward plan to stray from the chosen path, the bird would be obliged to return home
to alert council elders. This would result in a hunting party tracking them down and under
forceful restraint see the two dishonoured warriors back to their highland home to await
council judgement in sentencing.

Chapter Fifteen

Unbeknownst to the Volks, a spy for the righteous army was among the six riders. Kelso
was well aware of the highly dangerous post undertaken, but his heart belonged to
Princess Nephelia and beautiful daughter to King Lemnos of Harrogate Castle.

Lothan turning his back, Kelso struggled to fight the temptation of cutting the detestable
Volks' throat to gladly face the consequence.
“Mount your horses!” Lothan excitably cried out. “We must reach Harrogate
before the sun sets...” Instructed the soldiers, with an eagerness befitting
his demonic soul.

Lothan’s words were carried by a stiff breeze to embrace Lembrakka ears. Yambo’s
passion for avenging a decade of misery at the hands of the Volks wholly consumed him.
Enlightened as to the scriptures forewarning within the cave now passionately believed this
would be fulfilling his true destiny. Tipalipasip tagging close behind in silent disbelief over
such fearful undertaking, a turn of events would embroil he and Yambo in a holy war like
no other.

Chapter Sixteen

Climbing into the car, Cox expressed herself in no uncertain manner.
“Well now that was a bloody whole lot of darn fun! Next time I’ll remember to carry a roll in
my bag. And I just can’t wait to get to the cottage to while away my holiday time with
stitching the rotten tear to my newly bought slip and clean my God damn expensive white
leather pumps!”

Foley bit her tongue and in supportive gesture, put on a head shaking exhibition. Finding it
hard to contain herself, Jasmine decided to change the subject.

“So what has Mirrabella been up to back home?”

Another world apart from our country cottage saw the lembrakka and elfin warriors making
for Harrogate Hill. A growing number of diminutive figures slowly materialised throughout
the opening landscape. On closer observation, a beaming smile came to Morgantha’s
lovely face. Having mystifyingly become overjoyed, without a word of warning, the elf
suddenly dashed towards a group of four. Not to be left behind and miss out on the
excitement of it all, Yambo, Tipalipasip and Goobledooble were at Morgantha’s heels.

“Cousin Dramm is one of the best sword wielding warriors in all of elfin kingdom.
Next to him cousin Draaks. And his skill with a slingshot be second to none. This lovely
elfin warrior be cousin Janzell and can split a wasp in two with her well honed dagger.
So now to sweet cousin Meeko who be the dancing clown among us. It be well known,
cousin Meeko’s very special gift makes an elfin smile and laugh during sad times of
spiritual darkness. Morgantha now asks of my sadly missed cousins, they embrace in
friendship our two Lembrakka warriors - Yambo and Tipalipasip.”

“Dripalipawho...?” Meeko taunted, in jest only.

Tipalipasip merely scowled at the grinning elf.

By the time of proceedings, the number of elves, fairies, dwarfs, mountain gnomes and
pixies had grown to in excess of four hundred; and each and every one prepared to die
for the common cause! The merging crowds turning into a small army, all united in arms
cried out to the heavenly spirits. As they bravely marched ever onwards, the proud
lembrakka took to heart the impassioned battle cries.

Hedron

Yambo

Mooks

General Aaramus

Kelso

Slain Crusader

Lord Oberon

Bihnt’s Council

White witch preparing to die

White Leather Pumps

Dramm

“Gee thanks Wenzell. And that pie of yours sure does smell yummy.”

Unphased by it all, Jonathan smiled in his charming reply.
“I am Jonathan Lacey. And if I may be so bold, perhaps I can treat you ladies to a tea or
coffee over yonder cafe?”

1930’s Harley

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In a flashing blaze of laser-light leaping from hands of elves and zeroing in on brothers -
yet another and far stronger light source seen to intercept the deathly beams and Tragg
and Traggle narrowly escape certain death at the hands of Gromm and Urlik.
“Look yonder Tragg! It-it’s Worrell and our magnificent guardians following in hot pursuit!”
“All hail Worrell the mighty defender! For the prince of fairies has saved our lives!”
Tragg cried out for all to hear. To rejoice in their good fortune the brothers blew their conch
with prolonged air shattering announcement that all was not lost and victory surely at
hand. Fearing for his life, Trundlezee commanded his followers retreat and so surviving
fairies were safe once more.

Tragg and Traggle tiring, fearing the worst decided to seek out the bandit leader to have
become invisible from above. The twins knew it was tantamount to suicide, but to find their
mark swiftly descended and began searching far and wide. They were soon detected by
Gromm and Urlik who closely monitored and guarded their leader’s position.

The anxious enemy vainly attempted to avoid descending cloud by ducking for cover under
shrubbery and falling face down. To no avail however, for the elves vision quickly and
decisively impaired and their fiery battle over in a heartbeat. Many a fallen fairy lay dead and
dying from their wounds. All during the melee only seven elves incapacitated, exhibiting
demented behaviour in just and certain capitulation.

The interlopers reaching unwary encampment spread out in well planned attack formation
with Trundlezee and Vianda taking a central advance.The fairies had the advantage of flight.
Notwithstanding this, the far reaching lasers of death would duly find their moving targets
and clan need strike early and cover the greatest distance in the shortest time. The twins
seized opportunity to bombard a group of four below and magically exp ell poisonous dust
from their stiffened fingertips.

Tragg and Traggle suddenly burst into laughter, such raucous behaviour seeing Mrs
Owl focusing blinking red eyes their merry way. Before the twins uttered another syllable,
a vigilant neon-fairy producing a conch from her belt sounded the alarm. In clan’s panicked
call to arms, former tranquility becoming high state of pandemonium. Their swiftly
becoming airborne, Tragg and Traggle nearly collided in a desperate bid to assess dire
situation; darting in hot pursuit of sentries preparing for ensuing battle!

“I hear the lovely young Tesslah has eyes on you brother Traggle. And speaks openly
of one’s romantic intentions. Wedding plans in the air, Tragg so believes...”
“And do please tell your unconvinced brother just how can we be certain Tesslah’s
romantic intentions are simply not targeted in your very handsome direction?”

“That they do brother Tragg. That they surely do.” Traggle replied, taking a deep breath
followed by a long stretch and yawn.

“Oh how the multitude of stars shine ever so brightly this festive night of nights my dear
brother. And one to hopefully see us without undue cause for alarm” Tragg remarked with
a visible sigh of relief, as his warm breath embraced the chilly air on high

Two brave winged guardians identical twin males. Tragg and Traggle so alike nurturing
mother found difficulty knowing who was who. In defence of homes neon fairies invoked
magical powers of a pernicious fine dust of which immune. Once enemy exposed, a
case of instantaneous blindness followed by a state of hallucinated insanity. A disturbing
flaw in magic armoury. For were it to suddenly rain or chilling night air hold sufficient
moisture, misfortunate fairies tragically find themselves at mercy of heartless elfin
marauders.In need of short respite twins settled on a topmost branch of a tall Oak. They
talked about nothing in particular. You see young brothers reputed for nonsensical and
poetically inclined incessant chatter.

With Vianda’s whispered words bringing devilish grin to Trundlezee’s face and hoped for
news inspiring Gromm and Urlik to break into hearty jig round jubilant couple, distant fairy
encampment of Hollow Tree Valley to encounter unwelcome elfin warring raid.
The tyrant leader having learned his noble nemeses nowhere to be seen and the fragile
stronghold left without adequate guards, Trundlezee called together small, but effective
army of twenty. The blood thirsty bandits wasted little time in rhythmically paced journey
through dense woods.

“And so this is the infamous Spooksville ...” She thought aloud, shaking the
cobwebs from her shoulder length shiny locks. “I wonder if the yokels here
bout's are a friendly talkative lot?” She added, on her light footed way indoors.

“They must be here for your fancy street parade?” She remarked, following with
a lazy sip of honey-sweetened black coffee. Lynne merely smiled. Leaving Foley
to finish diminishing stack of pancakes, buxom proprietor dutifully taking Hope
and Andy’s order.

Unaware of their pending fate some sixty fairies settled down to a night of song, dance
and spirited festivities. This partying occasion due to bountiful harvest of nuts, fruit and
nectar to see the peace loving community through the winter. Only six watchful neon
fairies fluttered hither and thither sounding the alarm should evil tidings blow their way.