Showing posts with label bird of prey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bird of prey. Show all posts

3/3/08

Strength



Each bird that I have worked with has its own personality and strengths. These personalities can be so unique that sometimes it is difficult not to humanize them. My first falconry bird was Kiva, a mellow tempered male red-tailed hawk who at times, seemed to have a sense of humor. It was obvious that he enjoyed the hunt, but would often come back to hover just off my shoulder as I walked along the sandstone ridges in search of rabbits. I enjoyed hunting with Kiva and came to expect his antics when out in the field. I can recall many specific incidents while we hunted. Maybe that’s how it is with your first bird, but Kiva never ceased to entertain me and each moment spent with him helped to fuel the fire and the passion for working with these birds.
Therefore, when I started hunting with Absaroka, a fantastic dark morph female, I was not prepared for her no nonsense style of hunting, or the roll of flusher (dog) that I quickly was demoted too. This photograph captures the essence of “Abby’s” personality (if you can call it that) .She lived for the hunt, and only the hunt, and would become obviously annoyed with me if I wasn’t working fast enough to flush something for her. She would even go as far as chasing eagles and owls away from our usual hunting area. When Abby would pull this stunt, I worried for her, but thankfully, she always returned a few moments later to land on my fist ready to continue hunting. It did not take me long to I learned to appreciate "her" style of hunting, and I realize that they too have their strengths and will not hesitate to draw on them to survive in this ever-changing world.


2/17/08

Red-Tailed Hawk (Buteo jamaicensis)



“Beaker” was found injured and lost a portion of the top part of her beak. She was transported to Ironside Bird Rescue and the very capable hands of Susan, who treated her and nursed her back to health. Due to her age at the time of the injury, I worked with Beaker throughout the winter and early spring to rebuild the strength needed to survive once again in the wild. When she was flying well and her hunting abilities we up to par, Beaker was released… I hope that she does not suffer the same fate as before and is happily soaring the thermals somewhere over the open prairies.