With my failure at trying to add a new hunting partner to my team by trapping down in New Mexico fresh on my mind, and my determination to have a new Harris Hawk this season, I looked into other options. As I said on Facebook . . . what skill and luck did not bring me in New Mexico, Cold Hard Cash would . . . from Oregon.
I contacted Mike Syring of Mike's Falconry Supplies in Gresham, Oregon. He informed me that he did have a five-month old male from his breeding project which was still available. This particular male was still in the chamber with his parents, and had witnessed them go on for a second breeding, so had watched his parents brood and rear his siblings. This is good, as I'm thinking that if he turns out to be a good companion for my Sassy, and a good hunter, I may consider letting them attempt to breed in a couple years.
Please meet the new bird!
He caught a one-way direct flight to me on Tuesday, 10/8 from Portland to Minneapolis / St. Paul. We picked him up from the cargo delivery about an hour after the plane had landed. Once home, I just left him in his delivery kennel until the next morning, as we did get home rather late. The next morning I retrieved him from his box to jess him up and take a first look and hold of him. Immediately out of the box he latched onto my glove, and managed to get a stinger-hold onto my pinkie finger through the glove. This would go on to help me name him. Out of the box and with the male Harris Hawk hood I had from my previous bird in Abilene (which fit pretty good), onto the scale he went. He weighed in at 650 grams. A little guy . . . but feisty, and full of "piss and vinegar" as my mother used to say. The braces are not tight on the image below. When they are, the hood fits perfectly. I like all of my birds, even the more 'friendly' Harris Hawks, to be hood trained. It helps to have an 'off' switch' when you need it.
Over the next week I would not get to spend great swaths of time with him, due to having to go to work for several days, and then over the weekend getting out to attempt to trap a passage red-tail with Greg. However, each evening we have watched some TV, and I've been working on his manning, as I wait for his weight to drop to get a response. He seems to be settling down somewhat in his mews, although right now he is being tethered, and all perches but the bow perch in the middle of the chamber have been removed. Once calmly responding to his training, I'll free-loft him. The two birds are able to see (and hear) each other across their separate chambers. On Sunday night we made real progress, and last night, at 590 grams, he jumped to the fist. Things should move along very quickly now. Many evenings I man him with Monty in the room, in his kennel, so they can see and get used to each other. Then, on other nights, I'll put Monty away, and have Sassy tied out onto her indoor perch, so she and he can see each other. It is during those times that the new little bird seems to relax the most . . . . I guess that large and comfortable-looking adult female Harris Hawk puts him at his ease. Soon, I'm going to commission Rich to make some kind of double-perch so I can let them perch closer, but with a barrier between so they can't get a foot on each other. Not yet. All this time, I'm also working on getting Sassy's weight down. We are about 50 grams out. It is finally starting to look like fall, so the cool evenings should help.
Now, for a name. I had not been particularly influenced one way or another for any kind of fancy name. I did come up with something, based on his initial behavior for me, but it took a couple days to warm up to it. Now, I think it is going to stick. It's not creative, as in something that would go well with Sassy, but . . . it is what it is. I have decided to call him Wasp, because he was a little stinger right off the bat.
We'll see what the little stinger can accomplish!
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