Falconry Season: February Crows

It’s been a strange season for flying birds. First the crash of the squirrel population. Then the wicked cold temps keeping everything (including me and my red tail) tucked into shelter.

So this has been the season I’ve reversed my “normal” A and B team concentrations. Where my most dependable and fun outings in the past have been flying the red tail on squirrels, and the falcon-on-crows focus was more of a “dawdle,” I have found myself frustrated and un-inspired by working with the red tail and the new dog. 

For one thing, the dog remains clueless. It’s hard to get the dog to understand what we’re doing out there when there are no squirrels to chase. So when I’ve looked for red-tail-style dinner options, we have devolved to rabbits. Not many of them around, either. So both the bird and the dog get bored. The other day, on one of those rare warm days, the bird found a significant snake crawling around — who’d have thought that a snake would be active in 45-50 degrees? And it wasn’t a little shoestring-sized snake, either. When the bird had finished eating it, we were done for the day.

A bored red-tailed hawk picks up bad habits. It might even think that the white-and-black canine running around randomly and not noticeably helping flush anything might just do for a quick meal.

Enter the traditionally-dubbed “B-Team.” My Crow Joe (CJ) the falcon has been spot on his targets. The thing about the crows, however, is that my fave time for getting out before too much human activity starts up for the day is right after dawn. But when the temps are in the teens and below, the crows are waiting for the sun to warm things up a bit before they start pecking around on the frozen-solid ground. Crows are smart, remember.

So it’s been tough finding the right timing and putting together the situations where both CJ is at weight and ready to fly, and the crows are out, messing around on the ground feeding. But it hasn’t been so tough that I have been unable to offer CJ opportunities to fly, and he has been eating heartily on fresh dinner á la corvid. 

I guess the upshot of all this is the following. You’re never too old to learn something new. If you try different things, you’re likely to find an alternative that works. If you’re patient, and try not to get your knickers all knotted up, the rough patches will smooth. And its useless to cry over situations that you cannot change; instead, make an effort to adapt.

So this is the winter of my adaptation. And I love my falcon.

February Crows:




Excitement on Day One

Uneventful drive off the mountain to Greensboro. We came early because a night’s hotel stay is less expensive than a month of remote parking at the airport, and the Marriott will allow us to leave the car here for no additional charge.

Lover’s Leap Overlook – Patrick County

We had to stop the car en route to allow a hen turkey and her gang of poults cross the road. The little last one was chasing a bug and not paying the least attention to the car or his siblings and mom crossing without delay. He zig-zagged around in front of the car in pursuit of the bug that only he could see. He finally saw our bumper in front of his beak and flared his tail to run and catch up with the gang.

I neglected to get a photo, regrettably, but then née reminded me of my little brother when we were kids. He had a gnat’s attention span, and was always chasing bugs! We are so looking forward to seeing him in Stockholm later this week!

Anyway, while eating breakfast this AM, the hotel’s alarm went off, and we all had to file out of the building, to await the all-clear. Some came from showers and bed. The brave guys in fire gear arrived, checked out everything, and found no emergency. So we only waited about fifteen minutes to be able to return.

Exciting beginnings!