Between nursing a sick hawk, and running up to and back from the Raptor Center four times in an eight-day period (a two-hour drive each way), and trying to help my adopted apprentice Sue trap a passage red-tail, and flying Sassy several times, and attempting to understand what the heck is going on inside the head of Flint, my new Harris Hawk, and pathetically trying to maintain my home (Rich has not had very many great meals lately, and the house is messy) and working, and sometimes sleeping . . . . this past month has just flown by.
Sassy has caught two more bunnies, for a total of four so far this season. That's not very great, but at least she is adding to the meat in the freezer. The other two birds are just eating it, and not contributing. Hopefully soon the Red Tail will begin to pull her weight. Flint is just a mystery to me at this time, and I'll write about him later. He probably needs more time than I have been able to give lately. I have heard Falconry being playfully compared to having a brat (and for any of you who are outside of the Upper Midwest, a brat is a largish sausage served on a bun, like a hot-dog). One bird, like one brat, is Great! Two is too much! Three will kill you. I currently have three birds to fly, not exactly intentionally. I had hoped to train Flint and Sassy to fly together, but Sassy has decided that Flint is a worthy opponent to bully, and Flint doesn't back off from her so just antagonizes her. Flying them together has resulted in a crab-fest. Frankly, I think Flint needs more work, and I need more opportunity to try and understand how his brain is working, because it is different, and set into unusual patterns.
Justin joined us for a hunt, after flying his goshawk and his red tail, who are both doing great.
I need to catch up with Greg and see what he's been up to.
And we still need to find a hawk for Sue. She's about to give up. I'm hoping for a stroke of luck.
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