ITS PHYSICAL!!   2 comments

Chronic fatigu July 2014


I have longed to publish a blog for many months and indeed different people suggested that I do so as there was some interesting dialogue in the last 12 months of the ARPF calendar year.

Recently the ARPF held their AGM. I don’t have much information to give you as I am not in a healthy enough state to spend a day out in Auckland even if someone drove me in there. I can tell you though that the secretaries, treasurers and also the race secretaries’ positions weren’t filled. So those of you in the ARPF who either did not make the meeting or could do these jobs please make sure that you are at next week’s meeting.

I have requested the tapes of AGM’s and the in between meetings the last three years or so due to the state of my poor physical health and although I haven’t heard an answer to the request sent to the outgoing Secretary Fred van Lier prior to last weekend’s AGM, my requests have always previously been denied.

What do you think, should it be my human right as a man with a major health disability to have my human rights met in the form of tapes from meetings. It’s pretty easy to email such things nowadays; I can’t really see what the problem is. I suppose video conferencing would be another way to keep me and others in the loop that can’t make meetings for health reasons. Important stuff in my book and up there with pigeon welfare, which if you are new to this site you’ll find heaps of articles on this awesome topic and the current President endorses them.

I would say though that we need to give Fred a big thumbs up for his efforts to serve the Federation and keep the wheels turning over, not just as a past secretary but in other jobs for quite a few years now. People often don’t get the recognition they deserve, so Fred, high five bro!

Moving on to Fergus Elley aka ferguspigeonman affairs, if any of you wish to contact me my email addy is perhaps you have some photos and news that you want to share to the pigeon world or you might know me from the past. Someone did contact me earlier in the year about doing studies on Mac Armstrong’s Invercargill winning pigeons. As I have not spoken to Mac since the Summer I don’t know what became of that. DNA testing I believe was the subject, perhaps to isolate the homing genes.

Also for those of you who don’t know I am on Facebook the last year or so as Fergus James Elley. If I can pick that you are genuine or you can ring me for me to check you out then you can friend request me or simply follow me. Even those that are from whatever circle of friendship/acquaintance throughout my life I won’t bar you no matter how bad you might have treated me because of course, Jesus wouldn’t, at least not during this earthly pilgrimage!

I’m not on Facebook every day. For instance in young birds I didn’t use it for 2 months as I got burnt out. I try and place some interesting news feed items for those that follow me or are friends and the odd humorous post. Initially my profile was public but in general now it is only for friends or followers, despite this I usually get a pretty picture of a young woman with a message to contact off site about once every 2 weeks! I don’t think it’s because I have a tidy, younger profile photo for as the saying goes ‘I can smell the testosterone behind the photo sent’. Not saying they are perverts or weirdo’s just scumbag parasitic scammers! If you are a scammer reading this you are simply wasting your time with me and usually I report you immediately and contact those friends you have already managed to infiltrate before me!

There are many animal and bird interest groups on Facebook and of course I have ‘liked’ both the SPCA and Bird Rescue here in nz which both do a marvelous job. The Ferguspigeonman Racing Pigeon blog is also linked to Facebook and you can like it on Facebook and that will be appreciated. You can also subscribe to follow the blog to get post notifications. Hey and don’t be shy with the comments on the blog it’ll get me more in the mood for writing if you pigeon aficionados comment. Also there is a chat room called Pigeon racers Chat Room, Auckland, rest of NZ and further. It is a closed group but you can request to join. It may take me a while to add you if I decide to, as I am well aware of the retards that make a living out of infiltrating Facebook and trying to infiltrate peoples pc’s and so on.

I may start a racing pigeon open group and you will have to be the judge whether you join it or not. Please make sure your Facebook account has the right security features set if you do and keep the interaction on site. You can’t trust anyone nowadays and my daughters bought a new word home from school for undesirables and irritating people i.e. FUCKTARDS and it seems fitting for scammers on the internet!! Really annoys my wife when they use it on each other!

Also I am looking for keen people to report on pigeon racing both in Auckland and the rest of New Zealand but anywhere further afield would be good too. Those of you who are familiar with the blog will have read the many good articles by Brian Batchelor about U.K. pigeon news. I have a bunch of articles both in my head and drafts in pc files which I hope to start getting out in the next month or so.

Being a person with a difficult disability to understand i.e. I have a chronic form of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome which can make life interesting, especially people’s perception of mainly how ‘not that bad’ they perceive my health to be. So to state it afresh ‘ignorant comments are like a broken record to me’ and ‘I have about 10% of the PHYSICAL HEALTH of a man my age’. That means that if I was 100% healthy and could work as a Veterinarian or whatever that then maybe I would be on my feet 100 to 120 hours a week (maybe 80 hours of which was work and believe me I was a workaholic in my younger years). So for me, I can only be on my feet about 10 to 20% of the time a healthy male of my age can be, so you do the math!

This is not something that one can exercise their way out of either. I tried that when I was in my late twenties and it in time had the opposite effect. The fact that I can only be on my feet for so little time may surprise some of you here in Auckland. Dr Rosamund Vallings of Howick published another book last year on CFS and it is a very good one and available through libraries etc. Most people recover from acute chronic fatigue syndrome but my problem was it went undiagnosed from the age of 16 when I had a very bad bout of glandular fever. Being a high achiever from a family of high achievers didn’t help either and in addition being a workaholic.

I have been off the NSAID’s for 20 months now and of course my liver is much healthier as I was on them at high doses for over two decades and looking back I wish I hadn’t been! Seems to be what the doctors do with their patients for quite some years now for many chronic illnesses and what’s the saying, ‘doctors just treat the symptoms’. Many CFS patients are on opiates also, so they are basically drug addicts in a sense. I think doctors in part do it to reduce the number of sufferers who top themselves. It can be a lot harder without pain killers/anti inflammatories but the good days are better and one gains a sense of more control. Green tea helps a bit but it is probably more palliative but giving up tea, coffee and sugar at the same time as the NSAID’s was a very good move.

Back now to Facebook, you have to use it occasionally for me to keep you as a friend or be in a group. Some of you shouldn’t be so scared of putting it out there, you never know, you might enjoy the interaction!

Lately I have been thinking that it might be a good idea to ask through the blog if anyone is available to help on my lifestyle block with various things such as cleaning out the pigeons, fixing some leaks in the cow shed loft, it’s just too much for me nowadays. Payment could be in the form of birds or sheep meat and you could help process it maybe.

Apparently the Ozzie Bird Vet, Colin Walker has put out another book since ‘The Flying Vet’s Pigeon Health and Management’ was published in 2000, its called ‘The Pigeon-Its veterinary care, management and cultural history’. The new book is a massive 650 pages and is illustrated with over 1,250 magnificent full-colour images. I’m thinking of contacting him to see if he will gift me a copy in lieu of me reviewing it. Perhaps some of you have bought the book and might consider loaning it to me after you have read it as he may not ‘jump’ at the idea, preferring practicing pigeon vet reviews who are more sold into the flock treatments of racing pigeons for results rather than genetically improving the vitality of racing pigeons like a racing pigeon ‘farmer’ should aim for first and foremost!

I’ve also been thinking of starting a religious blog for some time now. Religion like politics isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. I believe that just as there is ‘a day of reckoning’ in most fancier’s pigeon lofts where the inferior birds are not kept any longer, that the same parallel happens for human beings. I might be jointly posting any I write this year on this blog to help kick off the new blog. So if that sort of thing isn’t your cup of tea just skip it, there’s no offense intended.

My brother in Australia Don has his own blog too. If you like Japanese full body tats (he has them and doesn’t mind showing them off!), interesting articles about wayward pastors e.g. the late Frank Houston, father of Brian Houston who founded Hillsong, Sydney, politics and anything that takes his fancy then check it out. There is a link to his blog in my index but you can catch him at

Don is a property developer having made his millions in Sydney with his own construction company and then sold up and bought both a farm in Bellingen and another big block he is developing for houses/life style blocks. He has suffered from CFS in the last six years, he’s four years my senior. It was likely brought on by chronic pneumonia and high stress. I’m of the opinion there is a genetic risk to it in our family and he is fortunate that he became financially secure before he had his bouts of CFS, no such luck for me, but at least we have a beautiful lifestyle block with panoramic views and pristine, mature, nz native bush.

If you want to come and see me for a chat, message me on Facebook or email me at
I don’t drive much so you will have to come and see me. If you are a pigeon flier and want to come and see the birds you are welcome but I’d appreciate some time helping with a few loft chores.


As I recorded in my last article we had suffered the wettest winter on record, the sun has now finally put in an appearance but we are still getting plenty of rain showers in between the periods of sunshine. I started to write this in the spring but as I come to finish the article it is now officially the start of summer.

Old bird racing got underway here in late April and apart from the 3rd race which was also our first channel race the racing has mainly been very fast with tail winds and velocities up to 2200 ypm. The channel race from Falaise was a different story with a very strong almost head wind, only a small number of game pigeons homed on the day and a number of missing pigeons have been reported in Belgium and Holland. Anticipating a difficult race I only sent two experienced cocks and one spare nine year old hen. The two cocks made it home on the day, the first finishing in 10th place and the old hen being wiser or more cunning homed early on the third morning when the wind had at last abated.

Again this year I am racing a dozen widowhood cocks and both the cocks and myself having learned a thing or two last year, this year I’ve seen the pigeons come very well picking up prizes each week including one red card so far. On the negative side my first training toss with eight late breds turned out badly as a peregrine got into them, I eventually got six back, two with tail and wing damage. The first pigeon home from this toss was then taken around the loft by a goshawk about a week later, another was also lost leaving only four survivors and one of these has not been raced being the mate to one of my widowhood cocks. One of these four I lost for 10 days. He was racing from Kingsdown inland but they arrived here at the same time as our National birds from Carentan (France) and with the very strong tail wind I suspect he got caught up with the National birds (there were 9300 entered in the National) and was probably carried on up north and being inexperienced must have ended up many miles from home. He is out of my best Cannon pair which have that survivability factor I mentioned in the last article and has turned up dirty and skinny having been living rough but I am happy to have him back as he will have learned from the experience. This is typical of the struggle of racing late breds in this country as I mentioned in my previous article, even the yearlings find it tough going especially early in the season and many have fallen by the wayside already including one of mine.


I have been asked to give my ideas on training pigeons and while others have written on the subject before me I have compiled my thoughts and ideas as follows which I hope may be of some use to readers. One well known scribe from the past wrote that you cannot teach a pigeon geography anymore than you can teach it mathematics and the only purpose in training pigeons is to get them fit and get them into the habit of flying a straight course home rather than meandering around in circles as they do when loft flying. There is a lot of merit in what he wrote, however on the other hand another equally acclaimed author wrote of experiments conducted during World War II that showed pigeons were indeed able to pick out locations and land marks. In one test pigeons were trained from three different locations and observers posted at the first and second training points recorded that when released from the third point, the pigeons flew to the 2nd spot then the 1st one before heading home. They followed this round about route for about a week before heading directly home from the third release point. Similarly how often have we heard about a stray pigeon that when liberated near to where it originates from only to have it return back to the loft that it strayed into. Another example that I have mentioned in previous reports is that of the Welsh stray that dropped into my loft again on the same weekend exactly one year later when he was raced from the same race point in France. The point is that pigeons do have an uncanny ability to pinpoint a location and scientists studying the homing ability of the humble pigeon have confirmed this in controlled experiments using tracking devices attached to the back of the pigeon.
How does this help us in setting up a training regime? Well the conventional wisdom is that pigeons should be trained along the line of flight that they will be raced along with the toss distances starting close to home and gradually increasing out to virtually the first race point. Some fanciers will start at about two miles working out to about 40 or 50 miles with multiple tosses being given from the point where they want their pigeons to break out from the drag. This type of training I believe is very suitable for what is known as corridor racing whereby the pigeons are racing up a relatively narrow band width into a compact area when to win you need a pigeon to break near the home area and trap like lightning. In this sort of racing, breaking out and training to trap quickly are the most important factors. A pigeon that does a victory lap around the home loft or one that deviates slightly off line following the drag over the final part of the journey will drop 20 or more placings on the result sheet in a matter of 30 seconds or so.

If on the other hand where we are looking at training for National and International racing or your loft is located outside the area of the main drag then a different approach is called for. Take for example my own Federation the South Coast Fed in southern England in which the premier racing is channel from the continent and many members also belong to the specialist clubs that fly the nationals and internationals. Let’s consider first those fanciers that live along the south coast, no way can they train a line of flight programme across the channel so what they do is train from the west, east and north and when the pigeons are eventually raced from France they are racing at roughly speaking either directly opposite from where they were trained (north) or approximately 90 degrees from the west or easterly training line. Where I am located about 30 miles inland it is not so extreme as we can train down the south coast in a V shape giving the birds coverage over the range of the coastline where they will most likely cross over the channel into the UK depending on the wind direction. However all our early racing is from the west country so that when they go over to France the line of flight is still about 70 degrees away from where they have been previously raced from. When it comes to the Nationals the pigeons are racing across a very wide front to many different parts of Britain and the successful pigeons are those that break out very early close to the race point and head for home on their own.

I have read in Australia that some clubs alternate the race points and line of flight each year so the pigeons would need to learn a new route each successive season, which is perhaps a little like our national programme in that such racing calls for a pigeon that can think for itself and adapt to a new line of flight. In this situation a different training approach is required.
What the majority of successful fanciers in my area do is initially train their pigeons down to the coast and also on the westerly line out to about 40 miles. Once the birds are coming well they then toss them in small groups, two up at a time being very popular and also single up. The idea is to get the pigeons confident to fly on their own, I also give mine the odd toss in the opposite direction ie north and north-east, as in the early shorter races on a fast day and being one of the front markers mine get carried over and this training gives them some experience in working back. The idea here is simply to give each pigeon a chance to build up its confidence in flying alone and navigating on its own instead of just following the drag flock home.
How far to take the youngsters on their first toss is another consideration, one of the most successful fanciers in my patch takes his youngsters at least 25 miles and sometimes up to 40 miles for their first toss and he loses very few. However most of us are not game to go to this extreme and like myself will start at around eight miles. One of the big problems we have are the all too frequent raptor attacks, particularly with young inexperienced birds as they will scatter in all directions resulting in many being lost. There are plenty of reports of fanciers losing half or more of their young bird team in a bad early toss when they have been hit by a bird of prey. There doesn’t seem to be any way of overcoming this and it is a case of the pigeons having to be trained so let’s hope for the best.
Another training system used by a successful fancier in my local club has been developed as a result of his loft being plagued by goshawks, instead of loft flying his pigeons they go for a short toss virtually every day five to ten miles, often being singled up and on arrival at home they go straight inside. I also read recently of a an unusual system practiced by a successful father and son partnership who race on the north road, as neither of them drive they give their pigeons repeated tosses from a park across the road from their loft. Apparently the pigeons go up over their house and trap straight into the loft and going by this loft’s excellent race results their pigeons must do the same thing on race day, out of the race panniers, straight home and into the trap.
Regarding the fitness aspect, there are those fanciers that toss down the road frequently and other equally successful fanciers who keep their pigeons fit by working them around the loft by flagging them and other similar means. The Belgium champion Michael Van Lint uses helium balloons on strings to keep his team in the air around the loft. The risk with flagging is that the pigeons will land on nearby roofs when they have had enough, personally I find that once they have warmed up after ten minutes or so they will keep flying quite well on their own without the necessity to flag them. The widowhood cocks tend to land and take off frequently which takes a lot more energy than simply circling around the loft which keeps them fit with a one hour session twice a day. One also has to consider how often the birds are being raced and if they are raced virtually every week then they do not need much flying in between races and rest is just as if not more important so that the pigeons recover their reserves as quickly as possible. To conclude it is really a matter for the individual fancier to decide what system will work best depending on the type of racing they intend to do and their individual circumstances.

Finally, another subject that has hit the pigeon fancy press recently is the question of drug testing. Late last year it was reported that tests run on Belgium pigeons were carried out in another country and one in four, yes you read that correctly, 25% tested positive for banned substances. Here in the UK there has been a tightening up on testing and the RPRA provide drug testing kits to encourage all clubs and organisations to stamp out this illegal practice.
Till next time, good racing to all.

Brian Batchelor Elstead UK









Catching the wave……….   Leave a comment

Catching a wave!

Catching a wave!

Most of us will have enjoyed riding the surf at the beach somewhere in the world whether it be on a surfboard, bodyboard or simply straight out body surfing. Over here in the ‘Land of the long white cloud’ i.e. Aotearoa aka New Zealand we have such awesome beaches for surfing. I can remember one of the best body surfing days I’ve experienced and it was at a West Auckland beach just south of the famous Piha beach with its Lion Rock, namely Karekare Beach.

Karekare beach, West Auckland.

Karekare beach, West Auckland.

I was in my late twenties and more in shape to handle the pounding of the rough breakers than nowadays and gee could they dump you! I’m sure some people get knocked out when their head is thumped into the sand below and their ears are ringing, but when you are young, there’s certainly nothing like the adrenaline rushes and thrills that nature provides for free!

Like surfing where a really good ideal wave will come along if one waits patiently enough, so too in the sport of pigeon racing is the art of timing the peak of the ‘wave of form’ with the key race(s) we desire to win with our pigeons. Those that are familiar with this blog or who simply know the Auckland pigeon racing scene won’t have too much trouble guessing which fancier I would rate highly at being a master of timing the lofts wave of form to strike when they basket for our annual Invercargill to Auckland race. Yes, that’s right; Mr Mac Armstrong is that man!

Mac and Dimitri.

Mac and Dimitri.

How then does he manage annually for seven straight years to accomplish this extraordinary feat? Remember, that’s if you follow my blog, that Mac uses no forms of flock medication treatments for his pigeons apart from internal parasite treatment. There is no canker treatments, no antibiotics to treat or prevent respiratory pathogens such as Chlamydia, Mycoplasmosis or enteric gut syndromes caused by pathogenic species of Salmonella or  Escherichia coli. No coccidiosis medicines, not even a drop of the very popular cider vinegar, nor garlic or iodine or other antiseptics in the drinking water. No vitamins are used either as the grain has ample says Mac.

Mac uses very little supplements, just grit, some pick stones and an electrolyte solution which aids recovery in particular. So how does Mac do it? We have covered previously that Mac’s sole aim above all else is to race the annual Invercargill and win it. This is what thrills him and that is all he aims for!

I’ve heard Auckland fanciers inquire if Mac races widowhood i.e. either cocks or hens? No, it’s not that, he races separated sexes to the perch i.e. celibacy. Lesbian hens are removed to a different section to deter this. The only incentive the pigeons have is their love for the loft and its environment, that’s it!

I have mentioned in a recent article that last year Mac was the least confident of all the past seven years in which he has won this race. Nothing like a man with humility and Mac was even saying things like I hope you win it to me and how great that would be! He really felt that with the information now on this blog that someone was bound to be really difficult to beat other than his loft.

Mac also seemed to be behind the eight ball as far as getting his pigeons going last year, it can’t be easy when you are 83! There were delays in getting everything sorted with his electronic clocking system which meant he had to use rubbers on the pigeons in the build up races. This was a big hassle and doubled the stress.

I remember talking by phone with Mac last year and at the time I would have thought that he would have started training his pigeons including the latebreds, but he hadn’t. It was almost a third of the way into the season! The first Fed race was the following week. The weather had been fickle as it often is over here and so Mac hadn’t started training. However, when Mac told me that the pigeons when out were picking up nesting material and darting to and fro I knew that he was definitely still on track for a win! Hens out one day, cocks the next, the pigeons fly themselves fit and can be jumped almost to the first race as its only 180 miles or so. When hens also are picking up bits of twigs and so on when it is their day out then I think this is a very good sign indeed.

I guess it could be also said that perhaps Mac also times it so he peaks himself and hasn’t worn himself out both physically and mentally too far before the main event. As I always say, it ain’t easy as an octogenarian and a lot of the time I feel the same myself, if not worse and I’m only early 50’s!

It surely is an art preparing a team of pigeons for these long distance events, with Mac, ‘no stone goes unturned’, everything is calculated with extreme diligence to win from 730 miles or so, it has to be! However, I think the boys up here will be keener than ever to try to ‘knock Mac and his team of very good pigeons off their perch’ later on at year’s end. However, like any form of wave surfing, watch out for the ‘wipeouts’!

Any questions for Mac either in the comments section below or email me at

Breeding good ones.   3 comments

Order of Importance of factors affecting racing outcomes of pairing two racing pigeons for the first time (middle and long distance).

1)  Two pigeons from good family backgrounds, close to the tree.

2)  The pigeon was reared right and loft conditions for racing were reasonable.

3)  The pigeon had inherited a good constitution.

4)  Luck-the genetics came together for that bird.

5)  Luck-the pigeon didn’t get predated by raptors from squeaker to season’s end.

6)  Luck-the pigeon got in the right group which cleared quickly in the big race.

7)  You went on a hunch with the pairing and it paid off.

8)  How much you paid.

9)  The pigeon handles perfectly.

10)  The system the pigeon was raced on viz celibacy, semi-widowhood, cocks or hens widowhood, natural eggs or babies.

11)  Other-what do you think? What order would you put these factors in?

My journey in pigeons.   5 comments



Dad in holiday mode!

Dad in holiday mode!

Everyone has a journey in pigeons and this is the start of mine and I welcome you to read it. I had my first five years in Tawa, Wellington, New Zealand. As a little boy I loved chickens, we raised and cared for them, even using an old concrete water tank to do so at one stage. Dad, a Presbyterian Church Minister and a country boy from Hunua, Auckland, worked at the Porirua Mental Hospital down there, that’s what they called them in those days. He also did work for the Arohata Women’s Borstal down there around that time.

Like most little boys it was always a thrill when Dad arrived home from work and he’d attend to his chickens and garden and we’d help him. Dad’s pancreas had a bad viral infection not that long after I was born and he became an insulin dependent diabetic making his life a challenge for him and especially for our Mum! But he still ‘flew his kyte high’, naturally with a good woman behind him!

Not long after I’d started school at Tawa Primary, Dad got the invitation to be the Presbyterian Minister at the Khandallah Presbyterian Church up in the hills below Mt Kaukau overlooking Wellington harbour. It was one of the posher areas of Wellington. Dad had pastored in a previous parish in Wanganui before I was born and had done very well there.

Khandallah Presbyterian Church, I'd like sneaking up and ringing the bells for a laugh!

Khandallah Presbyterian Church, I’d like sneaking up and ringing the bells for a laugh!

My mother Val was trained as a ‘deaconess,’ the female equivalent of a woman minister back in those days. They had met while training at Knox College down in Dunedin i.e. a ministers training place. Mum was from a prim and proper churchie home background (lawyers) and Dad from a more dysfunctional background, his father Jim having lost his health sometime during or after the First World War whilst serving as a naval officer. It’s possible he had an over active immune system like me and burnt himself out (I have debilitating Chronic Fatigue Syndrome). Either way, the old codger lived to 94 and he had settled onto 20 acres in Hunua, Auckland which the government had given him after the War with his wife Georgina, the mainstay of the family and they raised four children, Dad being the eldest.

Dad's parents grave. I led the old codger, grandpa Jim Elley to the Lord three months before he died at 94. I look forwards to seeing him in heaven further down the track!

Dad’s parents grave. I led the old codger, grandpa Jim Elley to the Lord three months before he died at 94. I look forwards to seeing him in heaven further down the track!

At Khandallah I had my own bantams in their own shed and Dad had layers in battery cages which would get out for a scratch around in the garden on his day off, Mondays. It took quite a while to convince my parents that I could have pigeons.

Back in those days there were no laws to stop kids travelling around by themselves and we wouldn’t even know what a child molester was and from a very young age I’d travel into Wellington by myself or with a friend by train. Most of the time we’d sneak on for free.

I remember trying to catch pigeons as a little boy down at Wellington railway station with a cardboard box and a bit of string and grain, but naturally they were too quick for me. I also remember family visits to Pigeon Park in Wellington from a very young age. Obviously something fascinated me about them. Another time I found out some old ladies near Khandallah shops had a problem with pigeons sitting and crapping on their roof. I tried several times to catch them on the roof at night having climbed up a big ladder. Again to no avail, I just scared them off.

Pigeon Park Wellington 1930, a bit before my time. One of my childhood loves.

Pigeon Park Wellington 1930, a bit before my time. One of my childhood loves.

After that I think my Mother convinced Dad to build me a little pigeon loft. It was on stilts on the concrete play area that the manse had (Presbyterian minister’s free accommodation). It was only about a metre wide and the rest of it even smaller. We got some pigeons off a guy in Miramar near the Airport, a bit of a drive from where we lived. He was an Asian guy. He said “don’t let them out”. Probably the first big storm that came along the little loft got blown over and wrecked and of course we didn’t see those pigeons again!

The next loft I had was a small shed; Dad probably had chickens in it beforehand. One of the places I got pigeons from was up behind Onslow College somewhere. Some boys were going out of pigeons, racers and of course this was very exciting for me. I remember bringing them back by train with my mate Timothy Prescott including a big squab in an open cardboard box much to the awe of a few of the passengers. Those were pigeons I really liked the look of and the bug had really bitten!

I had plenty of success breeding babies off these pigeons and sold a whole lot when we moved up to Auckland where Dad had changed jobs to be a Bible College lecturer in Auckland at Henderson. Naturally having a father as a minister was embarrassing at times and Dad had already embarrassed me in Wellington by turning up with another church man from another brand at Raroa Intermediate School Assembly wearing the full ‘preacher gear’ including the white ‘dog collar’. My teacher, a lovely Mr Langridge at the time said to me from the side aisle, ‘Fergus aren’t you going to stand up for your father?’ Which of course made it worse for me!

Dad obviously enjoyed being in the ministers suit with the dog collar on his wedding day!

Dad obviously enjoyed being in the ministers suit with the dog collar on his wedding day!

I only took two pairs to Auckland, a pair of racers and a pair of whites. I was 12 by that stage. I attended Henderson Intermediate and when the teacher Ollie Green found out that I had pigeons he suggested we build a cage and keep them in the class high up near the ceiling. We thought it was quite cool as we could let them out in the class. There’d be the odd crap during that time and we also bred them there, that was 1974.

We bought our first house later that year in Te Atatu North and I started out at Rutherford High School in 75. I was a pretty bright boy and the school ran an advanced class which meant that you skipped the fifth form. I joined the Henderson pigeon club and Graham Abercrombie often used to take me there. The following year I got my driver’s licence. Les Gale a friend of Dad’s from the Church circles provided birds and I also got a good hen off my Uncle Jim, Vaughan Jones bloodlines and I had success pairing it to a Mealy Cock from Les.

So there’s the start of my humble pigeon life. I hope to add more episodes of my racing pigeon experiences in the near future.

Dad passed away about 18 months ago at the ripe old age of 87. Many people have commented either to my face or behind my back that I was the way I am because I am a ministers son. What a load of garbage. I was a rebel in my teenage years and kicked over the traces big time. I even vowed to never become a born again Christian and yet that is what I have been for almost three and a half decades and loved every minute of it despite poor health for the bulk of that time.

Dad didn’t deserve the abuse he got, as he met hardly anyone in pigeon racing here in Auckland and I just put it down to people’s ignorance, narrow mindedness and rejection of God’s free gift of his Son, Jesus Christ. I’m a fool for Jesus, who’s fool are you??

Here’s some shots of Dad the funny man. The sweetest man I’ve ever known with a great sense of humour and a very funny speaker (people told me so).

Always up for a laugh!

Always up for a laugh!

Good one Dad!

Good one Dad!

A distant relative?!

A distant relative?!

Rest in peace Dad, till the last trumpet sounds and the graves are opened!

The flight of the bumble bee.   Leave a comment

'Take off'

‘Take off’

When I was a young fella at the age of about ten my parents went overseas for three months and I stayed with a friend’s family down the road from where I lived in Khandallah, Wellington. While there, my friend’s mother took me to hear the New Zealand symphony orchestra at the Wellington Town Hall. I was learning the piano at the time and I had a very acute ear for music. It was a lot of fun peering over the side of the balcony looking at each section of the orchestra attentively, studying each section of brass, percussion, woodwind and stringed instruments, right down to the timing of specific individual instruments.

My favourite piece of symphony music then was the ‘flight of the bumble bee’. It was all so exciting, fresh and vibrant to a young fellow. Studying the conductor was also a great past time and how he expertly led the orchestra with great panache and grandeur. Of course the gradual build up of the piece with the introduction of many different twists and turns, culminating in the final climax was the ‘piece de resistance’. I found it both scintillating and fantastically fascinating at the same time. Heaven on earth for a young lad with a very vivid imagination and acute concentration that’s for sure!

Looking back, some comparisons with pigeon racing can be drawn. Firstly, with the individual fancier if we think of a musical piece it has a beginning and an end, just like a pigeon season. A symphony piece is very well constructed and so too must the layout of a pigeon fancier’s plans be for the race season ahead. If we think of individual instruments, then each instrument has its own specific time to play, just as a specific pigeon is earmarked for specific races, even before a season starts. Further, it is not just one pigeon that is relied upon to achieve greatness for the fancier, rather the fancier has a whole team of pigeons to conduct the season with and pigeons that ‘paint the skies with glory’ regularly are few and far between, just as solo performances in orchestral pieces are less frequent.

If we look for analogies to racing pigeon clubs, Feds and the like, then each club member has their own part to play and skilled club administrators are renowned for bringing out the best in their members, not dissimilar to good conductors and concert masters. As in an orchestra, some parts are more stand out than others and just like an orchestra, pigeon fanciers are there because they want to be and they have the time, health and commitment to do so. Perhaps the different sections of an orchestra can also be very much likened to the specialist clubs popular in some parts of the world today.

Clubs and Feds also have set rules, codes and even standing orders for their meetings and so on. The more precise and discernible these guidelines are then the less likely there will be friction and disharmony in a pigeon body. Orchestras too have these set pieces and although they can be modified to keep up with the times, they give a clear and concise score, which can only be interpreted with total accuracy in one set way.

The end result of an orchestras attempt to portray a musical piece in an accurate and gripping way is a sound that indeed delivers an incredible synergy and display of a conglomeration and cacophony of many individual musicians. The dizzying heights an orchestra can reach will depend on the sum total of each musician’s efforts and fastidiousness including the conductor leading from the front to enable all the musicians to perform to an optimum.

So what can us pigeon fanciers learn from this analogy? Well, firstly a club or Fed President is a key person. They are elected into office by the members to serve the members in an unbiased way. Some sporting or other interest group bodies do not even allow their Presidents to have a personal vote and naturally they thus can only vote when the vote is tied, which is where the term ‘casting vote’ originates from.

Should the President be perfect, absolutely not! Are we? On the other hand, neither should they be seen to have a political ‘barrow’ to push i.e. they are not elected to dictate, rather, to facilitate and bring out the very best in all the members of their committee and spread that unity and cohesion throughout the framework of their racing pigeon Federation.

Should they expect their admin team to be all ‘yes’ men, absolutely not? However, one or two independent advisors ought to be searched out by the President of a large pigeon body. These will then help them avoid being unduly influenced by those who may give the appearance that they have a political and or personal axe to grind. The end result can be a pigeon body functioning at its optimal synergy and the members all wanting to keep their encumberant President for term after term!

So what should a President do when on the odd occasion they make an error of judgement, whether it be in decision making or a misjudged conversation or otherwise? Well, the same rule applies as in any ordinary life situation i.e. one undertakes a proactive action and apologises, as there must be a certain standard of decorum. Differences of opinion are not as easy and in fact can be healthy, for as they say, ‘iron sharpens iron’! However the more water tight and clear the rules are in pigeon clubs and Feds the better.

What then are the best modes of communication within a pigeon body? Probably face to face or video conference and more and more sporting bodies are using these latter cyberspace technologies.

What modes of communication are not good? Emails where the sender is being very abruptly honest and there are scores and scores of carbon copy recipients. These are not good for the harmony of the sport and in general fan the flames of dissent and disharmony. Some people like disharmony in the sport, however they are not usually successful in the racing side of the fancy and this love of disharmony and ‘one man up ship’ is an unusual quality or trait to say the least! A good President should be wary of such behaviour and certainly shouldn’t use it for their own political expediency. Neither is a President a ‘one man band’.

Finally, it is when committee members fail to communicate between the periodic admin meetings that factions and rifts can develop in the team and although the President may not be the cause of these difficulties it is their elected duty to try to iron out any problems within their team for the good of all fanciers. It’s no wonder that these jobs in general in pigeon racing are the least sought after!


2013 Christmas is one that everyone around the south of England will remember for the rest of their lives. On December the 23rd a severe storm rolled in from the Atlantic bringing gale force winds and torrential rain resulting in wide spread flooding, trees down, roofs blown off and power cuts to over 90,000 homes. One of the worst hit areas was our county of Surrey, our local market town of Godalming was flooded with many having to vacate their homes and two of the access roads into our village of Elstead were also flooded and the roads closed for a few days. At home we got off lightly with only a couple of fence panels blown out, but we did suffer the power cut for 61 hours and lost all our refrigerated stock in our shop and domestic freezer. Luckily we had recently decided to book a three day Christmas stay in a country hotel at the Goodwood estate near Chichester in West Sussex and fortunately, although they had no power either, they had hired a massive generator, so everything was running as normal. It was a bit tricky travelling down to Goodwood on Christmas eve since the main road had been closed due to flooding and we had to make a deviation in the dark which added an hour or so to the journey, so we were relieved when we eventually arrived safely at our destination.

How did my pigeons fare through all this, very well actually, the lofts were undamaged and as I have automatic drinkers it was only a matter of filling the feed troughs with enough corn for the three days we were away and leave them to it until we returned.


When I raced pigeons back in New Zealand I often bred a few late youngsters i.e. hatched after the summer solstice and generally found they could be raced very well in that years old bird season at eight to ten months of age. In fact they were no different to their earlier bred siblings that had raced as young birds, some were top pigeons and others not so good, as you would expect from the general population. The only problem I had, was in my earlier years pushing them too far too soon and I well remember losing a couple of very good ones that had won previously. However, that was my mistake and no fault of the pigeons. Here in the U.K. it is a totally different story and very few fanciers bother with them except to breed some to keep a blood line for breeding purposes and not racing them. My good friend Tony Dann calls them heartbreakers! As an example last year he kept one late bred and when it came time to train his new year’s young bird team he took his 30 something young birds and the one late bred for their first training toss of eight miles. The young birds all arrived home more or less together in a short time minus the late bred. The late bred was reported having strayed into a loft about 50 miles away in the opposite direction from home. It did not have a clue how to find its way home even from this very short distance, this is typical late bred behaviour and I have experienced the same phenomena myself many times.

Last year I only reared two late breds, nest mates, they weren’t trained identically, but both had a night out from their first eight mile toss, one is still with me having completed training and had one inland FED race. The other went west at its first club transporter toss from 25 miles.

For some reason their homing faculty does not develop as normal, I have an idea why this may be so which I will relate further on. Nevertheless, most years I have persevered and reared a small team of late ones and although the attrition rate is certainly high with many failing on the first training toss or first time on the FED transporter, the few that come though to their third season are as good as any other pigeons in the loft. Looking over my current old bird team around 15% started life as a late bred. Some flyers say they must be trained in the year of their birth to have any chance of surviving, however, I have tried this and it did not make one bit of difference. Getting back to the reasons for the high failure rate with late breds, while I don’t have any scientific answer, I considered that the main factor may be something to do with daylight and in particular sunlight. The young birds bred in the spring develop when the days are long and the sunlight strong, whereas the late bred birds develop when the days are short and the sunshine weak, with many days the sky being dull with heavy overcast conditions. Admittedly, many fanciers darken their early bred youngsters to stimulate their body moult while retarding the moulting of the wing flights without too many problems, but in the hours these birds are exposed to the daylight it is midsummer when the sun is at its strongest. It might be something as simple as a lack of vitamin D which is also a problem for the human population in British Isles and supplements are recommended especially for children during the winter or it might be an hormonal issue. As I said, I do not profess to have any substantive evidence to support this theory other than my own observations. This year I have again got a small team of late ones and I have been getting them out as much as possible, particularly on sunny days and I have also fed them a richer corn mix with a vitamin/mineral supplement being added once a week. I have noticed a few have continued to moult their flight feathers which is unusual, so I am hoping this lot will turn out O.k. with a higher percentage surviving, time will tell. One interesting point I have noticed is that two were hatched 16 days later than the others on the 7th of August (equivalent to about the 1st week of the southern hemisphere’s month of February). One of this nest pair disappeared the second time out, probably taken by a hawk. The other one is still here but its development has been retarded, so it is well behind the others hatched 16 days earlier. I nearly culled this one but it is now catching up and being a cock bird, in the last week or so he has started to show an interest in the hens and has been moved into the cocks section. Anyway, it seems there may be a certain cut off point when it is probably not productive to continue breeding latebreds, say late July in the northern hemisphere. It may be the end of February to early March in the southern hemisphere, depending on the latitude.


As some readers will know, my base family contain mainly Eric Cannon and Jim Biss bloodlines and recently I was reading an article on the late great Jim Biss penned by Cameron Stansfield wherein he made an interesting comment following his loft visit to Biss in the late 1990’s. To quote Cameron; “He (Jim) went to Scotland where he bought some Palamos pigeons all flying circa 1000 miles, one or two of these left a lasting impression. Now these Palamos pigeons took a good while to get home so I asked him what was it that made him value them and he said something I have never forgotten, that is they had the most elusive quality of all SURVIVABILITY.” These were Henry Mair’s “Lion Heart” family and I notice a daughter of Lion Heart appears back in my Biss pedigrees.

Now this got me thinking about my own pigeons and sure enough all the four pairs of stock in the base family, which are retired racers, have, with the exception of one bird, all displayed this characteristic by surviving a difficult or smash race in their career on the road, some of them more than once. An example being the BICC Saran smash a couple of years ago when from a convoy of around 3800 pigeons only about 300 were clocked in race time and very few returned in the days and weeks that followed. I sent six to this race and had five home within a couple of weeks and four are still with me today having gone on to succeed in that and later seasons. These survivors have on occasions returned home in a bedraggled and dirty condition and some carrying injuries that had partially healed and sporting frets on their flights and tail feathers. But they all had that elusive survivability factor that Jim talks about in that they never quit! In contrast when I started out in 2004 I also introduced a couple of Van Breemen hens from my friend Tony Dann which were crossed with the Biss and Cannon pigeons and these crosses flew very well for me gaining some of my best results but they were found out at the long distance on a hard day. They seemed to be a type of pigeon that give their all on the day of release and if they are not home by early the 2nd morning you never see them again, ideal middle distance pigeons and Tony has won some top National positions with them up to around 300 miles, but they do not have that survivability factor suitable for the long distance that I am after and now I only have a couple of these crosses left so they have phased themselves out and this line will eventually die out in my loft.

The Biss line that survived are from a cock line bred to Biss’s TURBAN 2nd Pau Grand National 645 miles and 5th National Perpignan 689 miles, TURBAN is also G.Sire of J.Halsteads “ASHLEY” 2nd Open Barcelona 696 miles. The dominant pigeons in the Cannon line were obtained from my good friend Keith Mott and are the CULMER SAM and CULMER BESS (Merit winner) lines.


A.Austin 1st Old Bird Hens.

A.Austin 1st Old Bird Hens.

One thing that I believe is lacking in the calendar in New Zealand, I don’t know if it is the same in Australia is the absence of activity in the off season after racing has ceased. In the U.K. we are blessed with the show season where there are numerous shows open during the winter and culminating in the BHW show of the year at Blackpool in January. This gives the fancy an opportunity to get together and keep everyone’s interest going through what otherwise would be a barren period. Our local club holds three shows each winter, this time there was an all age through the wires, followed by the old bird show and finally the young bird show. All three events were well attended although I missed the first through the wire show I did manage to enter the later two shows. The winners of these were as follows:-


1st OB cocks B.Batchelor.

1st OB hens  A.Austin (I was 2nd in this with the hen that won last year).

Brian Batchelor with 1st Old Bird Cocks.

Brian Batchelor with 1st Old Bird Cocks.


1st YB cocks D.Robinson.

2nd YB hens M.Tuck.

Brian's winning mealy cock again, this time in the loft.

Brian’s winning mealy cock again, this time in the loft.

BHW Show of the year at Blackpool, Tony Dann and myself are again heading up the motorway for the five hour journey up to Blackpool on Friday the 18th of January. We enjoy catching up with old friends and meeting new ones. As a scribe for the BHW we have an invitation to the BHW staff rooms where a welcome cup of tea is always waiting and the chance to sit down and have a chat with the other scribes and BHW staff. During the day we troll around the dozens of trade stands picking various items for the loft and birds and having a look at the pigeons in the show and those offered for sale by the well known stud lofts. There are also a few auctions staged in various hotels around the city and one in particular featuring pigeons from the top long distance lofts in the U.K. will attract my interest, but I suspect these will sell well above my price range, still it’s nice to be a looker! The evenings will be spent around the bars enjoying the banter and talking pigeons until late in the evening.

Good racing to all.

Brian Batchelor Elstead UK


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