The days move ever on, and slowly spring makes its way into the Upper Midwest. But not as fast as I might prefer. Recently, we've had many warm days, but this previous evening were visited with a Spring Clipper, which brought about five inches of snow where I live, and more or less depending on if you are North or South of the path of the storm. It is a damper, as this previous weekend, especially Saturday, was bright and warmish (for Spring). Because of the storm, I've taken the time to sit down and finish up blogging for the season. I didn't have to go out anywhere today, so it is a good activity when the roads look unsafe to drive on.
Thank you again Brandon! I'll be seeing you next season, and I'll be sure to invite you to go trapping with me.
We were then invited on a different day to meet some of their friends on the land owned by them. Thank you Kari and Rick for letting the girls try for squirrels on your land. Sassy at least wowed by catching a couple mice. Not the most exciting, but it was 'wild game', caught by a 'trained hunting bird'.
Most of the rest of these pictures on this page were taken by Cordia Pearson, and are posted here by her permission.
It was mostly a walk in the woods, but all who saw enjoyed the bird's flights.
CC did see and chase a ground squirrel, but it got away before she even got close to it.
Back to pictures by Cordia. The two hunters below look to the distant trees for game opportunities.
She's a very nice girl, this hawk of mine.
With these final hunts, as well as the one on the last day of the Small Game Season in Minnesota, which was successful, Sassy finished the year up at 15. CC took 10. This is not a great year, but the freezer is full, and the birds are healthy, and now eventually Spring will come, and other activities now take most of my attention. The lights are already increased in Sassy's mew. Flint has already dropped 4 primary feathers as well as a deck feather (he's had long lights for a lot longer time). CC will spend just a little more time with me getting fattened up a bit, then she will be released.
The falconry season ends! The hunting part of it at least. Care of the birds is a year-round thing. And there is equipment to repair and maintain, as well as hopefully, a new mew to be built. It is a labor of love, which also tends to suck up all my spare disposable cash. But I get a great deal of satisfaction from the practice of this ancient sport.