Falconry World

Falconry season is very nearly over for those of us that fly game, so what better time than now to reminisce about the past season. I said before that I was going to go through my training regime with this year late purchase tiercel. My Jerkin from last year had to be pulled out of the pen early after discovering that he had a swollen foot which ended up resulting in some rather expensive surgery. [Read more]

My wife often tells me that during the falconry season she becomes a falconry widow. Apparently my posture changes, I stop cutting my hair and gain a musty smell like damp dog or worse if a day old chick has been forgotten in a jacket. My clothes are always the same colour (Greens and browns) and my general fashion is that more commonly seen on the catwalk of a big issue seller(homeless magazine here in the UK). Only on field meets do I request an ironed shirt and put on my Sunday best mole sking trousers, wax jacket and get out a fresh lure.

She reads me like a book and can tell my success in the field by the fact that either I enter the house with the bird on fist whistling or the glove enters the house closely followed by a Tasmanian devil, blaming everything in the world for conspiring to ruin my birds flight. [Read more]