Al and Owl
When I was eight years old, I read T.H. White's 'The Once And Future King, ' which is the collected version of his three-part story of the life of King Arthur. Although there were a lot of subtleties to the story of Arthur's grown years that I didn't understand until I was older, I read the first part, about his childhood in the Castle of Forest Sauvage, over and over again. It was adapted into the Disney movie, 'The Sword In The Stone, ' which was okay, but as far as I was concerned it left out the best bits, like the adventures with Robin Hood in the forest, the boar hunt, Christmas (Wold King Cole!), and, best of all, the falconry. The Wart turned to a merlin and set in the mews at night, listening to the hooded hawks talk about their code of honor and taking a test of his courage sitting next to Cully, the mad red-eyed goshawk, for three rings of the bells in the dark. It was amazing and fascinating and it hung out in the back of my mind and never really went away.
At the time, in those dark days before the internet, the book was the only reference I had to this amazing world. Throughout the next two decades I compiled any and all info I could find whenever I came across it. I did a term paper on falconry just to get access to whatever books my English teacher's university library had (just the one, but it was by Frank Beebe, so that made up for it) and I copied everything out of that I could in the week I had it. I dug through old hunting books looking for references, and wrote the Game Commission for their regulations, and then, when the internet turned up, things got a lot easier and I found tons of info free for the searching. The more I read, the more I was fascinated, and I decided that some day when I had a backyard and a handy field, I was going to build a mews and give it my best shot.
Today, then, was completely and utterly awesome. We spent the day at the Bird of Prey Center at Sion Hall, and it was fabulous. We got to handle two owls, and see the falconers fly a Lanner falcon, a Gyr/Saker hybrid, a Common Buzzard, a Caracara, two Sea Eagles, a Griffon Vulture, and a Bald Eagle. It was [teh Kid]amazing![/teh Kid] I have asked for a full-day course there for my birthday, which I have been assured on pretty good authority can be arranged.
I am hugely psyched.
Labels: Feeling intensely lucky/grateful, Winter/Spring 2007 trip
5 Comments:
i heard something a little while back to the effect that PA is actually starting a falconing season, i'll have to check my book but it's from a year or two ago.
oh, looks like you need a special permit in the States to falcon, not in Britain.
There is the option to do falconry in PA; you need to find a licensed falconer of Master of Journeyman class to apprentice yourself to, your mews need to be inspected yearly by the state, and there's a limit on the type of birds you can take in each class level. I believe in your years at Apprentice level you're restricted to Harris and Redtail hawks, and only of a certain age as so many of the mostly grown ones die naturally in the wild anyway.
Yes, it is a lot easier to get a falconry permit in Britain, but it's not enough to keep me here, that's for sure. Like I keep saying, it's a really nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to live here.
I know of two falconers locally here to home, and I know of a third that lives down towards the middle of the state. Not sure how serious you are, but I could probably put you in touch with them if you'd like. Just a thought.
When things settle down a bit, I would absolutely love that. Thank you!
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