But Henry sent some nice photos from our Blogger meet-up last weekend, and I wanted to share. I posted some cell-phone quality videos of the squirrel hunting below; here are better images of the hawking portion of the trip.
First stop, a walk across a reclaimed mine site in search of rabbits and birds. A couple hefty feral hogs leaped up from this stuff, none of it more than knee high, and scared the heck out of us.... they are a little more bear than we came loaded for.
There's a bird in there somewhere, dog sniffing around and hawk waiting. I don't think we ever got this one up for another flight.
This one (my new screen wallpaper) captures something about the Harris' hawk that is difficult to photograph.
These hawks are so tame and comfortable in company, their typical photograph shows them puffy and soft. Is it just me, or do most Harris' hawkers wish their birds would pose more like the sawed-off hawk-eagles they are? Here Ernie is all feet and talons and beak and bad attitude. Something is about to make its last move.