I am a woman falconer, enjoying the Great Outdoors with a hawk on my fist.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
The other day, on the farm, one of the cows gave birth . . . too early. The baby was found by one of the farmers, not sure which one. Baby had been licked clean, but mamma was nowhere nearby . . . nor has any cow been making any fuss since looking for her baby. The baby is small, for a new calf . . . a preemie, but vigorous. It has been isolated away into the barn, given a warm, dry bedding area, and is being hand fed. Most of the other calves are not expected until about mid February to early March.
It's a cute little baby . . . not sure if it's a heifer calf or a bull calf. It moos sweetly when you come in,
and gets up and toddles around, wanting attention, and wanting food.
If you offer your fingers, "she" will suck on them!
Falconry! Or more appropriately for me, Hawking! It is a passion, and a way of life. I happily pursue this sport, with the loving assistance of my husband. Come along with me for our adventures with the birds. Primarily we actively pursue it in the colder months . . . the rest of the time I try to make this blog as interesting as possible. Come let me share my stories, and feel free to contact me. I always enjoy talking about my obsession with this sport.