Cisco's Nineteenth Season

Farrah's third outing of the season today. I met Wiegel for breakfast, and ran home to go get Farrah and head to the park. You see her in the new jesses which are a new concept I've been working on. She's settled in to the routine, flying well, but there's no real game out there. She caught a large cotton rat, and took her time eating it. In the buzzards' minds this IS game, the best actually. Certainly good food. 

Farrah began her thirteenth season with me this morning. First field trip. I got up before five to try to get to the field early to avoid the heat. When I opened the front door to take Arnold the dog walking, a humid blast of air greeted me. An instantly bad mood. I don't like the heat anyway, and combined with hunting?? Grr. I headed out after weighing Farrah. Her scale weight was 800 grams. With her anklets, jesses, band and tail clip, her net body weight about 785 to 790 grams. A good weight in a lot of ways but I fly her a little higher because she's less interested in killing herons, at least that's what I tell myself.  I headed out via Whataburger, picking up a sausage biscuit and a free old guy cup of coffee. At the park, it was slightly drizzly. Farrah sat quietly, stepping on my fist. She flew to a tree, and I grabbed the t pole and headed west, perch held above my head. She flew to it like old times. She flew to a tree, and I decided to cut the rat in half. She fl