by GrahamB » Sat Jan 11, 2014 11:12 pm
I have been known to sit for hours watching birds of prey. To me there is nothing more regal. One of my favorite places to go back in the old country was an disused limestone quarry. Feral pigeons used to roost there and a pair of peregrine falcons would come in to hunt there. Watching those two turn and twist at over a hundred miles an hour was just awesome to watch.
A guy I used to work with was a falconer and if I hadn't moved here, he was going to train me to get my falconer's license. Over there, you train with an owl and then move to a hawk or falcon when you have qualified.
No matter how many mistakes you make or how slow you progress, you are still way ahead of everyone who isn’t trying.