These are a few shots from the end of a hunt at the end of September. It's not just the cheap camera; nothing I shoot does justice to the moment. There were sharper shots in this bunch, but these slightly blurred images somehow get closest.
There are much better months than September in terms of weather for hawking. September is hot, and the mosquitoes are legion. But I'm always saying and do believe it's my favorite part of the season. It's the transition from the long downtime and otherly occupation, back to something you'd think you wouldn't forget in only six months away.
At the beginning of September, the three of us (the Harris, the dog, and myself) are separate beings. By the end of the month, we're a team.
Good hawking, etc., to all!