The days grow shorter, the nights colder. The leaves begin to turn and fall from the trees. Passage birds become much more easier to see. My pulse quickens now as I drive around, searching the horizon, the tops of poles, looking for the bulky hawk-shaped silhouette around every corner. My husband calls it "Hawk Fever", and for me, my temperature is rising!
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.