Falconry wise, Thursday was a wash . . . . and frankly, I was pretty pissy about it. Both of my girls were 'bowling balls' . . . . way too overweight, and there were 40 mph winds that it just was not a good day for them. However, we were able to make up for it due to others at the meet who did have animals (dogs and birds) that could be hunted. We had a window of opportunity in the morning before the noon Thanksgiving meal (ya, it was Thanksgiving). I had tickets for Rich and I so at least we would have a feast since I pulled him away from home and his family who always have a big get-together for the holidays. While my birds observed a 'religious hawk holiday' ~ weathering and NO SOUP FOR THEM, we went to be flushers, or at least observers for others.
We did manage to get invited to join a team of lurchers. A lurcher, per Wikipedia, and also an older falconer that I asked, is usually a cross-breed between some kind of a sight hound, and another dog, possibly terrier, possibly herder, to produce a dog with excellent speed used to run down prey. The two lurchers we got to watch, along with a little terrier named 'Sniff', worked the brush and did kick up a couple bunnies. Near the end of the time we were with them they did catch two bunnies, but not in an all out run. We missed that because we left early! We discovered that we had a flat tire, so we broke away from the group for Rich to change over to my spare. Fortunately for us (unfortunately for the employees) the local Wal-Mart was open, and we were able to get our tire repaired. Also, we needed more batteries as everything we had was dead . . . so no pictures of the lurchers or Sniff. Ah well!
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