#birds of prey
A comparison between Solo in his first year (2012) and Arnie in his tenth (2013). These hawks are the opposite of one another in so many ways - Arnie challenges me in ways Solo would never have. Arnie is now coming into his eleventh season, his second with me, and is looking spectacular as he finishes his moult.
Arnie, yesterday evening, fed up and calm enough for me to snap a picture of him. His moult is nearing its end now and he is looking beautiful. He has the most wonderful bloom as always. Can’t wait to get back out.
Update on Arnie
Arnie, my male Harris Hawk, has almost finished his moult now, with just a few feathers left to drop and come in before he is hard-penned. I’ll probably start reducing his rations and think about pulling him toward the end of the month. Can’t wait to have him back on the fist! He looks amazing. Roll on with the season I say.
Falconry jargon is my favourite thing as both a falconer and linguistics enthusiast.
I wish I could live in this moment forever. I seems like a hundred years ago I knelt beside Arnie on our first cock pheasant, soaking and muddy and bloody and so so proud and happy. We both worked so hard for that bird.
Solo, B&W 1
Some of my favourite photos I took of Solie, that I went through and edited the other day.
You are so lucky.
I know it… Falconry has been my whole life. Just wish I was still sharing that life with this little guy (not that I don’t love Arnie).
There’s the possibility that Arnie and I will be moving into college next year and high on my list is concerns is how quickly I’ll be given an embarrassing nickname the first time cover myself in yolk in front of my peers.
"Draw me like one of your French ferrets."