Every time you release a hawk for a hunt,theres a chance you’ll never see her again. You spend time crafting something beautiful, and then you let it goSome of us can’t help looking up. It’s a habit developed after weeks of driving on lonely rural roads, or searching for an anomaly. Were looking for visual hiccups: a bump on an oak limb,a slightly taller telephone pole. We’re bird watchers, sort of. But the only birds we’re interested in are hawks.
I belong to a tiny subculture that not only looks for them, or but traps them and takes them domestic. whether we’re lucky,these extraordinary birds will allow us to hunt by their sides. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com