Today's adventures culminated at the last moment, and finished up by giving a Falconry 101 plug, and meet some nice guys. This is Bruce on the left, and I'm letting him hold a satiated and hooded Seneca. On the right is his friend Adam.
Just prior to going into my work weekend we got the first truly cold blast of this winter. Last Thursday was just too awful to even think about going outside. I just fed Seneca up, and boosted her for a couple days to keep her internal fires going through the cold, and my not being able to fly her. After a quick nap this morning, after getting off work, and after tagging along with Rich to pick up some auction stuff, My Girl was at a good enough weight to fly. I chose the Byron field as I have not been there this year. In fact, I've not been there for 2 years since I had a short season last year due to my need for knee surgery.
As always, this favorite field (which is no longer secret) has an abundance of bunnies. We kicked up several, and Seneca made a play for a few of them, but she was not following tightly, and mostly self hunting. We were not out long, and it was starting to get late, so I tried to call her down. This was when we encountered these two gentlemen, who were standing outside a restaurant/bar at our chosen location. She ignored my lure call, and was staring intently the other direction in a very brushy spot I had just passed through recently. As I made my way out into the open to try calling her again, she left her perch and flew rather gently across the open area, down, then crashed the thick brush and caught a bunny.
It might not be greatly evident from this picture, but her catch in this brushy spot was VERY thick and brushy. I had to crawl over a lot of downed tree branches to get to her. Thankfully, she had a good grip on her prize. After getting to her, dispatching bunny, securing her, and allowing her to eat her fresh catch, I extricated myself out of the brush, and Rich took a quick picture of us.
We returned to near our parked car, and popped into the restaurant/bar and called Bruce and Adam over to get an opportunity to see the hawk up close. Bruce had told Rich while they were watching me try to call her down that he has a tattoo of a hawk on his shoulder. I figured he'd like to see her up close, and maybe even be allowed a quick hold.
It was an unexpectedly quick happy turn of luck just when we were about to throw in the lure and go home. Seneca got a really nice large and warm meal after these very cold days. Rich and I met a couple nice guys and hopefully made their day.