"Falconry is not a hobby or an amusement: it is a rage. You eat it and drink it, sleep it and think it. You tremble to write of it, even in recollection. It is, as King James the First remarked, an extreme stirrer of passions." T.H. White

The Godstone and Blackymor, 1959 (First American Edition) Van Rees Press, New York, page 18.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Dec 25 – Christmas Day


Not much of a hunt, but a nice walk with the family and the bird.  We headed out to see if we could walk over to Doc’s with my wife and kids and dogs.  Rebel started out feeling like his style was being a bit cramped by all of the people and he was lagging behind.  I was hoping to try to get Addie to run a rabbit for Rebel, but it wasn’t looking like we were going to even get all of the way there.  Rebel was enjoying a few high perches in the neighbors’ yards.

I was getting a bit frustrated when deliverance came from an unlooked for source.  A small murder of crows saw Rebel and began to dive bomb him perched in his treetop.  He finally said enough was enough and left with the crows swarming him.  He came straight to us, and the crows veered off.  Okay, back on track again.  We made it around the block and Rebel gave chase to a squirrel in a huge oak in the median of the road.  It unfortunately got into a knothole and that was pretty much the extent of our “hunt”.

Rebel took off into the neighbor’s backyard.  I went to follow and the family headed back home.  I watched Rebel for a bit and called her down to the lure.  A neighbor with Down’s syndrome came out to watch and ask a few questions.  We ran into a few more neighbors on the way back.  It was pretty nice overall, but definitely not a hunt.  It was so nice just to be outside on a wonderful day thanking God for all of the blessings he continues to bestow.

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