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Kabutar

photographerofstreets — Thu, 25 Apr 2013 06:22:34 +0000

When I arrived in Mumbai five weeks ago, I was thoroughly amazed by the generosity of the people towards the pigeons. It reminded me of the chabutroes that I had seen when I travelled to Ahmedabad last year. And sure enough, I soon learned that it was the Gujaratis who are responsible for Mumbai’s thriving pigeon population. And they seem to have spread their sense of animal goodness to the other religious and cultural sects in this society.

Where the pigeons rule

photographerofstreets — Tue, 23 Apr 2013 18:46:50 +0000

I asked a man once, “Sir, why do you feed the pigeons?”

He said to me, “Madam, why do we eat?”

Common Pigeon

bnomadic — Thu, 27 Dec 2012 13:33:11 +0000

Common Pigeon (Rock Dove/ Feral, Rock, Blue Rock Pigeon); 33 cm
Local Name: Kabutar
Distribution: Widespread resident; unrecorded in parts of NW and NE subcontinent. Also occurs in Europe, Africa, W and E Asia
Conservation Status: Common
Location: village Shamlo Kalan, Julana, Jind, Haryana, Feb 2012

Pigeon

bala0804 — Wed, 07 Nov 2012 18:51:41 +0000

Freedom - A Portrait

bluberie — Thu, 25 Oct 2012 20:26:00 +0000

Shot by Ayush Prasad in Delhi, December 2011

DAFTAR MERPATI HIAS & KERABAT-LIARNYA

HARE-WANAIS — Thu, 03 May 2012 07:54:29 +0000

KEYWORDS:

af, ăf, aġavni, はと, ハト, አንደበት, አፍ, ព្រាប, कपोत, कबूतर, पार्वो, কপোত, ঘুঘুর বাচ্ছা, পারাবত, পায়রা, পাৰ, ਕਬੂਤਰ, કબૂતર, પારેવું, புறா, పావురాయి, ಕಪೋತ, ಪಾರಿವಾಳ, പ്രാവ്, පරවියා, นกพิราบ, ກາງເກ, ນົກກາງແກ, baka, balandis, balodis, bidulgi, calman, calmane, caombu, chim bồ câu, colúr, colm, colom, coloma, colomb, colomba, colombe, colombo, colomen, colomennod, colum, columba, columbam, columbidae, con, culombu, dauf, dúfa, dúgva, do, dou, dove, dube, due, duif, duuv, duva, голуб, голубок, голубхаа, голубь, гулаб, гулька, гулю, гълъб, гёгюрчюн, диргивки, дыдык, кучи, кёгюрчюн, кӑвакарчӑн, кӧгӧрчен, көге-буга, көгершін, көглҗрһн, көгүчкөн, көк-буга, күгәрсен, күгәрчен, кӱӱле, мече, порумбел, e̩nu, 鳩, 鴿, 鴿子, 鵓鴿, 鸽子, 비둘기, ʻūʻūʻairaʻo, fam, FANCY PIGEON, fomm, galamb, gávpotduvvá, gémmiñ, gögercin, göyərçin, güvercin, golob, golub, gołąb, gu, gyly, gēzǐ, hato, holub, hołb, huiloconetl, hulub, huturunku, ijuba, περιστέρι, περιστερά, jangang-jangang, jeruti, kabootar, kabūtar, kabūtaru, kalapad, kalapati, kapot, kapota, kaptar, karvelis, kepderi, kepter, kinywa, kolombo, kotaru, kołąb, kyyhköi, kyyhky, kyyhkynen, kūkupa, kāṅkē, mbaazi, merpati, merpati hias, molinė lėkštelė, nôkkāṅkǣ, nk phirāb, nokpirāp, nūnū, тагтаа, туту, холууп, ornamental birds, ornamental pigeon, oromailala, աղավնի, աղավնյակ, paloma, palomba, palombe, palŭmbes, paraviyā, parom, pãrumbu, pëllumb, peh, peristéri, peristerá, piccione, picciuni, pichon, pigeon, pigeon breeds, pijon, pijun, pomba, pombo, porumbei, porumbel, pregradau stolu, prāb, prāv, puṛā, pykasu, pār, pārevu, pārivāḷa, pārvo, pāvurāyi, pāyrā, rock pigeon, saapati, salampati, shenjë fluturuese, taɣtaɣ-a, tantabara, taube, todon, toyb, tuvi, urpicha, usoa, فم, كونتره, كەپتەر, مرڤاتي, کبوتر, کبوترخانه, 家鴿, ăndäbät, ħamiem, טױב, יונה, פﭏומבה, פה, حمامة.

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FOREWORDS:

SAMPAI saat ini berbagai lembaga telah membuat daftar merpati hias, terutama yang berkedudukan di beberapa negara di Eropa. Daftar tersebut memiliki standar dan kriteria tertentu, terkait dengan bagaimana dan pertimbangan apa yang mendasari sehingga satu varietas dapat dimasukkan ke dalam daftar, atau tidak dimasukkan ke daftar. Dengan demikian, selain varietas merpati yang sudah terdapat dalam daftar, maka juga masih sangat banyak “varietas” merpati hias yang belum didaftarkan.

Berdasarkan pertimbangan ini, maka setelah melihat cukup banyak varietas yang perlu juga diangkat ke permukaan, maka dicoba dibuat sebuah daftar yang dapat mengakomodir semua varietas yang sudah ditemukan informasinya. Daftar ini bukan untuk dijadikan acuan, melainkan semata sebagai upaya untuk mengumpulkan semua varietas yang tercecer, dan selanjutnya dapat dijadikan bahan untuk melengkapi daftar-daftar resmi yang sudah ada. Oleh karena itu, daftar varietas merpati hias yang kami buat hanyalah sebuah “Daftar Merpati Hias Versi Hare”.

Untuk sementara, selain beberapa varietas merpati yang memang belum ditemukan data dan informasinya (hanya diketahui namanya), atau telah ada informasinya tetapi masih sangat terbatas, saya belum masukkan di sini, maka saya mencoba menyusun daftar yang saat ini mencapai angka 585 varietas merpati hias (pada posting pertama, 10 April 2012), dan mungkin lebih, yang saya susun menurut urutan alfabetikal, dan merupakan jumlah sementara. Keseluruhan data/informasi terkait dengan daftar ini diambil dari KUMPULAN KLIPING HARE, yang intinya merupakan hasil unduhan dari berbagai situs di internet.

Sangat besar kemungkinan terjadinya kesalahan pada data atau informasi yang saya sajikan, oleh karena itu, saya mengharapkan berbagai masukan dari pengunjung situs ini, untuk perbaikan dan penyempurnaan. Secara jujur, saya bukan seorang profesional dalam hal breeding, penangkaran merpati khususnya. Saya hanya seorang fancier, dan bahkan masih amatir. Saya menulis ini karena kecintaan saya kepada “dunia merpati hias”, dan kecintaan saya kepada anak-anak kita semua. Berikut daftar dimaksud:

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THE LIST:

HARE’S VERSION – FANCY PIGEON LIST

Referensi Tambahan/Additional References:

® Merpati, Punai/Pigeons, Doves (Wild Species) – sekitar 300 species pembanding

(FOR 903 VARIANTS)

Dengan segala kekurangan, saya merasa sangat bahagia karena Hare tidak henti-henti memperhatikan blog ini, juga Hawer dan Deidra, serta beberapa orang kolega saya, sering mengomentari blog ini… dan karena itu, saya selalu berharap berbagai saran-pendapat dari pengunjung untuk lebih menyempurnakan naskah dan foto-foto dalam blog ini. Sekarang, varietas merpati yang masih belum ter-upload jumlahnya masih ratusan, disebabkan belum cukup tersedia catatan informasi dan foto, atau mungkin memang tidak termasuk kategori “varietas yang layak” untuk dipublikasikan. Selain itu, beberapa naskah yang terlanjur termuat dalam blog ini masih harus disempurnakan, karena telah diperoleh informasi tambahan, akan saya lengkapi kemudian secara bertahap – mulai dari item pertama sampai terakhir. Apabila saya mendapatkan informasi atau data baru terkait dengan varietas tertentu, dan sudah layak untuk dimuat, akan langsung saya sisip (sesuai urutan alfabet). Model penyisipan ini, ditinjau dari segi pengelolaan sebuah blog yang bagus, niscaya sangat mengganggu – namun demikian, saya tetap lebih fokus pada nilai informasinya daripada sekadar kelayakan penampilannya.

Terima kasih!

Wanais, Mei 2012

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SUMBER ACUAN:

“Verzeichnis der Rassetauben (Stand: 15.02.2007), Festgestellt und veröffentlicht von der Sparte Rassetauben des Europaverbandes für Geflügel- und Kaninchenzüchter (Entente Européenne d’ Áviculture et de Cuniculture), 2007, 2010, 2011″

“Karl Stauber Fotoarchiv – Rassentauben Schweiz, 2011″

“Elenco Europeo delle Rasse di Colombi – (Nell’elenco Originale della Federazione Europea (EE), 2011-2012″

“List of Pigeon Breeds – Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia, 2012″

“Porumbei Acka – Standarde Porumbei de Ornament, 2012″

“Galabite, The Bulgarian Pigeons Community, 2012″

“Giesecke World, 2012″

“Блог – Привет.ру – Личный интернет – Andrey Kuznetsov, ’52 Zhukovsky, Rússia, 2011-2012″

etc.

Dove, Cupid & Sex

Laawaris — Mon, 26 Dec 2011 18:53:59 +0000

My father’s studio in our hometown Vizag has given new wings to my ideas. An urge to do an artwork grew after seeing my father’s new series of figurative sculptures for his upcoming show @ the Art summit 2012, Delhi.

I started of with some prelim sketches eventually leading to new horizons. Then had taken time deciding on the form and composition. The thought of a dove which flew across accompanied with the thought of sex. The famous hindi song “kabutar ja“ triumphs the love stories , a dove was used as a carrier to send love messages to the dear ones. In today’s ferrari world no one has patience for that. It occurred to me then what if I juxtapose a dove with the sexual fantasies humans have .

The result is the following work I created:.

The bronze casting is a tedious process with an exhausting work flow. I would provide a detailed instructions on my next post.

Meanwhile have a look at the photographs: http://www.flickr.com/photos/harshaz/sets/72157628365650885/

Kabutar Baazi - Pigeon Gaming - a folk sport

wovensouls — Wed, 16 Nov 2011 02:23:57 +0000

Folk Sports are home grown sports that remain localised and have no equivalent in other regions.

In a country as diverse as India – the bamboo climbing sport of Nagaland, the Kabaddi of Maharashtra and Goa, and the Kabutar Baazi of North India have no equivalent in other parts of India – so finding these sports on an international platform is unlikely.

Some have developed because of the interest shown by sportsmen or because of patronage, and enjoy the platform of community organisation. Others remain within the realm of individuals and there is no common platform or sponsor in which interested sportsmen may participate.

Kabutar baazi belongs to the first category.

I first heard of Kabutar Baazi through William Dalrymple’s book on Delhi where he describes the legendary age old ‘Persian’ customs such as the Pigeon Flock Contests.

He talks about the skill of men controlling flocks of pigeons – making them to fly up and land back with just a few verbal commands. The level of skill determines the status you earn in this sport and while it is challenging but possibe to become an “Ustad”, becoming a Khalifa can be an ambitious goal.

It is a sport that is popular in the North West of India as well is in Pakistan, with every town boasting of at least a few skilled sportsmen. Unlike many other folk sports – this one is fairly developed and championships are held every year at the town, regional and sate level.

The pigeon master – or the Kabutar Baaz - raises the pigeons and looks after their health as he prepares each bird individually in terms of strength and stamina.

A few images of a Kabutar Baaz (a Pigeon Sportsman) and his pigeons:

Outside the Kabutar Baaz’s home

The feeding pipette with which the pigeons are fed enriched water prior to competitions

His babies – a few days old

The top performers – marked by foot bands

A few weeks old

The Champ with his championship Cup

Visitors to small towns in North India during the spring months can seek out practice kabutar baazis and contests for a fine display of human – bird bonding!

November 2011

Bahar's birds, pt. 2

M.C. Smith — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 23:39:12 +0000

“Years passed and my father was released from exile. Our hearts filled with eagerness, we returned to Tehran. It was morning when we arrived and we went straight to our house. My father, silent and griefstricken, entered our home, which had been stripped of all its furnishings. He did not linger inside but made his way to the garden, moving slowly and wearily. He looked at the empty flowerbeds. Only some freshly blooming morning glories in the middle of the three concentric rings of the pool in the center of the garden remained as a sign of the past. Father gave them a glance and then, perhaps unconciously, headed for the abandoned pigeon roost out behind the greenhouse at the back of the garden.

But suddenly, a familiar and bewitching song broke the morning stillness. He stopped, listened again and then rushed toward the roost, the hesitation in his stride left behind as he shouted for Mashdi Asghar, the gardener.

He had heard correctly. The pigeons called out in the early morning air, just as of old, chortling and singing as they waited for the cage door to be opened. My father reached the cage, opened the door and was engulfed in a white flood which burst upwards into the sky.

It was the same passion, the same uproar; the same spreading Milky Way and the same impatient flight that drew at first my father’s eyes and then, it seemed, his entire spirit after it.

Mashdi Asghar the gardener finally arrived and greeted Father, who, after so many long years, embraced him heartily, kissing his cheeks. Then gesturing at the sky, he asked:

“Where did they come from?”

“After Khanum [Bahar's wife, Sudabah] sold them and left to meet you in Esfahan, they returned every day for some time. At first, they would sit on the roof of the greenhouse, craning their necks, looking at the ground and at their nests. Once they figured out their nests were still there, they sat on the ground and would go nowhere. No one came in search of them.”

“So where did the seed come from?”

“Well, when God has put everything in its place, all we can do is take care of the details.”

That old, good-hearted gardener was as sympathetic and loyal as the birds; or, better said, they shared his kindness and devotion. While my father had been in exile, Mashdi Asghar had given up some of his own food and spent the money on seed for the pigeons.

Again my father embraced him and for a moment, they held each other tightly. Their eyes were wet with tears. My father was happy and the old gardener was overcome with a deep sense of contentment.”

More Bahar, more pigeons, pt. 1

M.C. Smith — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 02:03:53 +0000

Here’s a story told by Mehrdad Bahar, son of the poet, about his father and some of the family’s troubles. It is in some respects a prose version of the Pigeon Poem. I found it at the lovely new site dedicated to Bahar, apparently with the backing of family members, and they were kind enough to let me use it here.

If you’re thinking “Enough with the pigeons already,” I’ll say this: 90 per cent of the few hits this blog receives are from people looking for Iranian pigeon sites. I’ve got my gimmick and I’m running with it.

This is Part One. I’ll finish it when I’m not so tired.

“Every morning, a riot of noise erupted from the pigeon nests. Giving voice to restless songs and beating their wings impatiently, the pigeons sought to unlock the door to their cage, and when it was finally opened, an thicket of white, bursting with sound and beauty, filled the doorframe for a brief moment before exploding outward and upward into the heavens.

In a moment, the birds flew into the heart of the sky, growing smaller and smaller until, like stars pale and distant, they formed a Milky Way across azure space. Time passed as this brilliant stream of birds turned and whirled, nervous and precipitous. At times, a string of birds would detach itself from this group of rushing stars and find its own path, delighting in its independence, and then after a time, like a stream joining a roaring river, join the larger circle once again. At other times, a single pigeon, seeking after freedom, would fly away from his companions and released from all bonds, dance in the middle of the sky for a while, wings beating in a display of his artistry, and then return to take up his place once more in the flock.

The pigeons flew until they were filled to overflowing with freedom, and their passions turned toward seed and water. My father, alert to this moment, drew fistfuls of millet from a sack he held in his hand and scattered it on the ground near the nests. The birds would immediately begin to descend from the heights, circling lower and lower until the symphony of their beating wings filled the air. Then the circle would shatter and a white flood would pour down upon the tall roof of the old greenhouse which stood next to the pigeon roost. Father called to them with a familiar tone, throwing fresh handfuls of millet about while the pigeons stretched out their necks downward, tilting their heads from side to side in order to better see the seed and water below.

Eventually, the first pigeon, wings spread, would descend like an angel from the roof, the beating of its wings an enchanting melody. The song swelled as one after the other joined in. First a trickle, and then a roaring flood as the birds flew down to gather around the seed in a white and noisy ring, jostling each other about. The females busied themselves with chasing every grain of seed, though they kept one eye on the males all the while. But the passionate males, even while pecking at their seed, spread their tail feathers in a show of virality and stretched them lovingly along the ground. They strutted amongst the females, heads thrown back and their beautiful breasts thrust out, singing a proud yet beseeching song. The business of food and water is nothing without the business of the heart.

Father, bewitched by this tumultuous beauty so full of life, sat near the grape trellis and, watching, tried to feel this innocence, this heartfelt simplicity and then lock these memories in every detail within the treasure vault of his mind. For that one moment, he could free himself from the people below in the street.

But life could deny him these moments: they threw him in prison for political “crimes” and shortly thereafter they exiled him to Esfahan. Our life was shattered. Mother’s tears and her frightened silence, our thousands of unanswered questions, and being uprooted from our home as we followed Father to Isfahan stripped us of any sense of security. We had no choice but to leave our house and garden in the care of our old and trusted gardener. In the midst of selling all our things, we sold the pigeons. There were hundreds of them.

I remember that we followed Father to Esfahan, to the Bayd Abad district, where Mother and Father were reunited. The talk turned to the house left in the gardener’s care, and Father asked about the pigeons. Mother told him how they had been sold. For a moment, Father looked wildly into Mother’s innocent yet ashamed eyes and then, as if he had satisfied himself, walked quietly out, his face an ashen grey. As long as we were in Esfahan, he never spoke of the birds and, in fact, avoided speaking of pigeons altogether.”

Dil Ajab Gumbad Ki Jis Men Ik Kabuutar Bhii Nahiin

itsmefahad — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 18:21:34 +0000

Dil Ajab Gumbad Ki Jis Men Ik Kabuutar Bhii Nahiin
Itanaa Viraan To Murdaaron Kaa Muqaddar Bhii Nahiin

Duubatii Jaatii Hain Mittii Men Badan Kii Kashtiyaan
Dekhane Men Ye Zamiin Koii Samandar Bhii Nahiin

Jitane Hangaame The Suukhii Tahaniyon Se Jhad Gaye
Ped Par Phal Bhii Nahiin Aangan Men Patthar Bhii Nahiin

Khushk Tahanii Par Parindaa Hai Ki Pattaa Hai ‘Adeem’
Aashiyaanaa Bhii Nahiin Jis Kaa Koii Par Bhii Nahiin

Jitanii Pyaarii Hain Merii Dharatii Jo Zanjiiren ‘Adeem’
Itanaa Pyaaraa To Kisii Dulhan Ko Zevar Bhii Nahiin