Falconry, Revisited
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Back in March, Robb and I took a falconry class. It was a huge amount of fun.
However, I don't think the instructors knew what to make of us. The class turned out to be very much geared toward hunting, and Robb and I are career vegetarians. I just wanted to work with the birds, to fly them, and let them express their birdness. I wasn't so interested in making them hunt rabbits on my behalf.
Summer came, and I got terribly busy with work. Thoughts of further falconry classes languished.
Our young chickens may be perfect candidates for my vision of backyard falconry. I could use chard and spinach instead of quail chunks to teach them to trust me.
Back in March, Robb and I took a falconry class. It was a huge amount of fun.
However, I don't think the instructors knew what to make of us. The class turned out to be very much geared toward hunting, and Robb and I are career vegetarians. I just wanted to work with the birds, to fly them, and let them express their birdness. I wasn't so interested in making them hunt rabbits on my behalf.
Summer came, and I got terribly busy with work. Thoughts of further falconry classes languished.
Until now.
Our young chickens may be perfect candidates for my vision of backyard falconry. I could use chard and spinach instead of quail chunks to teach them to trust me.
I really think I'm on to something, here.
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