White Falcon

Black magician, mad genius
I decided to create the elixir of death.
In a dark ghost castle
Who can stop him?
Night reigns over the earth,
Where will the hero be found?

Black hands with a skillful gesture
They deftly weave a motif of death,
But the White Falcon is white lightning
He will disperse the clouds, returning life!

Warrior of Light, son of the universe,
called upon to maintain balance,
To thread generations
Evil again did not try to cut it.
Darkness hung over the earth.
Where will the Hero be found?

Black hands with a skillful gesture...

The one who has risen
Looks from heaven
The look is full of universal melancholy.
Rivers flow, elves sing,
Only they are far away!

Night reigns over the earth...

Black hands with a skillful gesture..

Translation of the song Epidemic - White Falcon

Black magician, mad genius
Decided to create an elixir of death.
In a glowy castle ghosts
Who will be able to stop him?
Night reigns over the earth,
Where there is a hero?

Black hand gesture skillful
Deftly weave death motif
But White Falcon white lightning
Clouds disperse, returning life!

Warrior of Light, son of the universe,
Equilibrium is intended to store,
To thread generations
Evil is not trying to cut back .
Gloom hovering over the ground.
Where there is a Hero?

Black hand gesture skillful...

Anyone who has risen,
Looking down from heaven,
Full view of the universal longing.
Rivers flow, elves sing,
But they are far!

Night reigns over the earth...

The gyrfalcon or white falcon, in Latin Falco rusticolus, is a bird from the falcon family, the order Falconiformes. Enough large bird, resembles a peregrine falcon, but larger (the male weighs about 1 kg, the female weighs about 2 kg), with a color ranging from white to gray, with a characteristic tooth on the beak.

Picture. Falcons.

The gyrfalcon is a fast-winged bird, which, thanks to the special structure and shape of its wings, picks up speed after just a few flaps, and when chasing prey, it can reach speeds of up to one hundred meters per second. The gyrfalcon rises not in a spiral, like most birds, but vertically. Sufficiently acute vision allows him to see prey even at a distance of more than a kilometer.

Photo. Merlin.

The white falcon lives in the subarctic and arctic zones of Asia, Europe and North America. Some species live in Altai and Tien Shan. On the territory of Russia, this bird is the largest of the falcons; hunters love it very much because high cost when selling abroad. The price of one bird is approximately 30 thousand. The gyrfalcon is also valuable for hunters as an assistant, thanks to its unique ability to quickly take off and suddenly attack prey, falling like a stone on it.

Photo. White Falcon.

It is impossible to say what kind of life the white falcon leads. Some representatives wander, others settle in the forest. The gyrfalcon feeds on mammals and smaller relatives. Unlike the black kite, which is content with carrion, it attacks flying birds, grabbing prey with its paws and breaking its neck, biting the back of the head.

They do not build nests themselves; they use nests of buzzards or ravens already built on the rocks.

If you want to see the chicks of a white falcon and how a gyrfalcon attacks its prey with a falling stone, watch the film:

In this video, the tundra bird, the white gyrfalcon, goes hunting and in flight leaves no chance for the life of its prey.

Black magician, mad genius
I decided to create the elixir of death.
In a dark ghost castle
Who can stop him?
Night reigns over the earth,
Where will the hero be found?

Black hands with a skillful gesture
They deftly weave a motif of death,
But the White Falcon is white lightning

Warrior of Light, son of the universe,
called upon to maintain balance,
To thread generations

Darkness hung over the earth.
Where will the Hero be found?

Black hands with a skillful gesture...

The one who has risen
Looks from heaven

Rivers flow, elves sing,
Only they are far away!

Night reigns over the earth...

Black hands with a skillful gesture..

Translation of the song Epidemic - White Falcon

Black magician, mad genius
I decided to create the elixir of death.
In a dark ghost castle
Who can stop him?
Night reigns over the earth,
Where will the hero be found?

Black hands with a skillful gesture
They deftly weave a motif of death,
But the White Falcon is white lightning
He will disperse the clouds, returning life!

Warrior of Light, son of the universe,
called upon to maintain balance,
To thread generations
Evil again did not try to cut it.
Darkness hung over the earth.
Where will the Hero be found?

Black hands with a skillful gesture...

The one who has risen
Looks from heaven
The look is full of universal melancholy.
Rivers flow, elves sing,
Only they are far away!

Night reigns over the earth...

Black hands with a skillful gesture..

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Stuart Harrison

White Falcon

The falcon shifted restlessly in place, sensing danger. From a high cliff, she watched a man walking across the open snowy space below. It was very far from being a lonely spot against the backdrop of endless whiteness, but endowed sharp vision the bird clearly distinguished the figure of a man. I also saw the gun over his shoulder, saw the deep marks that he left in the snow.

From time to time the man stopped and turned his face to the sky, as if looking for something in the heights. Covering his eyes with his palm from the blinding rays, he looked around and moved on. This was not the first time in the past few days that the falcon had encountered this man in the mountains, and instinct told her to stay away from him.

A week ago bad weather struck. A strong wind with snow came from the north and for many days drove the falcon south, away from the ice-bound region that she considered her home. At first, she sat in a shelter for a long time, hiding from the fierce blizzard that had obscured the whole world, but in the end, hunger forced her to rise into the air. Caught by the raging wind, she limply rushed along with the storm until it subsided.

The hurricane carried the falcon to unfamiliar lands. All around rose mountains, bluish-gray against the sky; Below stretched valleys covered with dense green forest. And above the upper border of the forests there are only bare rocks and snow. There was plenty of food here. Two days ago, a falcon caught a partridge by throwing a stone at it as it flew across a treeless area. But now she was tormented by hunger again.

A weak breeze blew across the rock. The bird spread its wings slightly, and its feathers fluttered in the air flow. She was pale cream in color with chocolate markings on her chest and thighs; The flight feathers towards the end turned from cream to grayish. More than half a meter in length, with a wingspan of almost a meter, the falcon belonged to one of the largest and fastest feathered predators in the world. In nature she had no enemies. Only man was a threat to her.

A kilometer from the falcon, Ellis stopped to catch his breath.

Damn it,” he swore hoarsely and spat out the phlegm that was bubbling in his throat.

The long climb had exhausted him. The clothes under the parka were soaked with sweat, every step was taken with great difficulty, and my head was pounding.

If it weren't for the money, he would still be lying in bed at home at this hour. Ellis straightened the gun belt and looked at the sky, but saw nothing but a stray cloud and a blinding sun. The light reflected from the sparkling snow hurt my eyes. Ellis winced and, wiping the sweat from his forehead, rubbed his sore eyelids. The night before he drank too much, which he now bitterly regretted. According to his calculations, he squandered more than sixty dollars while treating his friends to whiskey. Red Parker and Ted Hanson, naturally, did not fail to ask why he was suddenly so generous. Ellis did not go into details and only said that he should soon receive a tidy sum.

Ellis frowned. Perhaps he shouldn’t have blurted out about the money. Maybe there won't be any money, he thought sourly. His friends will laugh at him. After all, he has been dragging around the mountains for two hours, and the falcon is gone.

Ellis walked and thought that he was essentially working for the benefit of Tasker. He promised a thousand dollars for the bird, but too quickly agreed to the requested amount. So Ellis sold it short.

Ellis first noticed the falcon three days ago, early in the morning, when he stopped to relieve himself. At first he mistook it for a peregrine falcon, but then decided that this bird was too big for a peregrine falcon. It was distinguished from the eagle and hawk by the shape of its beak and wings. Ellis was overcome with curiosity. He watched for a long time as the falcon soared above the trees, turned around, descended and glided low above the ground.

Later, after delivering building materials to a guy who was adding a wing to his house near Williams Lake, Ellis stopped in town to the library. He found an image of a gyrfalcon in one of the books and immediately recognized it as that same bird. Having read that gyrfalcons are a rare species, and white ones are very rare, Ellis thought that Tasker would be interested in his proposal.

When Ellis entered Tasker's workshop, he was working on a stuffed grizzly bear. It was a female. She stood in an aggressive pose on her hind legs, baring her mouth with huge fangs. In the darkened workshop, the bear seemed alive, and Ellis involuntarily backed away. Tasker glanced at the guest. Surprise flashed in his piercing black eyes.

“Perhaps,” Ellis responded.

He did not like to visit Tasker - he was sick of the acrid smell of the chemicals that he used in his work. Their smell and the elusive stench of death then clung to his clothes for a long time. Ellis looked around, showing carelessness with his entire appearance.

Do you have business with me? - asked Tasker.

Yes, there is a proposal.

Things are tight right now.

Tasker always complained about the state of affairs, thereby making it clear that he did not intend to pay much for the goods. The showroom at the entrance to the workshop was filled with the fruits of Tasker's labor - stuffed raccoons, beavers, foxes sneaking in the grass, salmon mounted on stands. Tasker made a good income from the sale of his products, and Ellis had to admit that Tasker was an excellent taxidermist. But Ellis considered his craft to be perhaps the most disgusting way to make a living.

Have you ever been ordered falcons? - Ellis finally said.

He would have preferred to ask the question in a more casual tone, but it didn't work out. Tasker did not answer immediately.

It depends on what kind.

Merlin. I thought maybe one of your clients would be interested.

May be. But gyrfalcons are a protected species.

Ellis snorted: it was strange that Tasker thought that such little things could stop him.

Well, okay. If you're not interested, I'll go.

He stepped towards the exit.

Are you sure it's a gyrfalcon? What does he look like?

Ellis described.

Tasker hesitated for no more than a second.

Deal.

Now, reflecting on that conversation, Ellis thought that Tasker had been suspiciously quick to accept his terms. Apparently, the scarecrow intends to get five times more for the gyrfalcon than he will pay him. At this thought, Ellis seethed with anger. Maybe contact another taxidermist? There are a dime a dozen of them in the area. But first he had to get that bird, damn it, Ellis reminded himself.

The trees remained below. He walked along an open snowy slope. The road became steeper and steeper. Ellis brought the binoculars to his eyes and looked first at the sky, then at the rocks rising ahead. He was about to move on when he suddenly noticed some movement in the distance.

The wind blowing through the rocks tugged at the falcon's feathers. Exhausted from hunger, she scanned the valley in search of prey. A lonely bird appeared on the horizon, flying along the slope. The Falcon moved her whole body towards her. The wind and hunger pushed her off the cliff, but she did not leave her place: the man walking along the valley aroused her fears. The bird was approaching. Judging by the gray plumage and the flight - she flew with her chest out, clumsily fluttering her wings - it was a dove. The Falcon again fixed her gaze on the distant figure of the man, but hunger prevailed over doubts, and she soared upward.

Ellis watched the gyrfalcon, his finger tense on the trigger. He was ready to shoot at any moment. Consider that the money is already in your pocket, he thought with a smile, catching the gyrfalcon in his crosshairs. All he needs is one precise shot.

The falcon spread her wings and, turning on a bend, hovered in the air, waiting for the dove to fly closer. Instantly calculating the time and distance, she folded her wings and rushed down like a stone. The pigeon sensed danger and tried to dodge, but it was too late. The Falcon swooped down from behind and dug her long claws into his back. The collision lasted a split second. Feathers fluttered to the sides, and the lifeless dove flew down. The falcon described a wide arc in the air, ten meters above the ground, picked up its prey and flew with it to the nearest trees.

Ellis lowered his gun. He knew that today he would not see the gyrfalcon again: having had enough, the bird could not rise into the air for hours. Ellis lit a cigarette and walked towards the dirt road.

Michael Somers stopped the car on the side of the road near the church that stood at the entrance to the city. Over the years, the church has not changed at all. Among the cold February snows, the same small wooden structure, painted white, stood. A fenced-in cemetery lay dormant all around. Beyond rose a forest of dark green spruce and cedar trees. Michael got out of his Nissan and went through the gate.