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.
I quit updating this blog last mid November. A bad month. We lost our friend Lynne Holder, my erstwhile apprentice, a close friend, and in 2009 the recipient of my male Bay-winged Buzzard, Dart. The evening she died, I was in the woods with Cisco; Lynne and I were chatting via text, and she quit responding. Texts being what they are, I didn't think much about it. Ron Holder called me the next morning to tell me she had died, and also to see if I could come and get Dart, which I did. A tragic loss. At least we got together a couple of times near the end. A couple of weeks before that, flying in the field soutwest of town, BB broke his leg. Lots of surgery and rehab, but he ultimately succumbed. He was a wonderful little Harris's, one of my lifetime favorites. I flew Dart the rest of the season, along with my usual team, Cisco and Farrah. Lynne called me as I was pulling out of the veterinary hospital the day BB got hurt. She wanted to know if I'd fly Dart while they went to ...
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