Welcome to the list Perlin. How are the birds doin this season? Killin stuff?
Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines "Give a man a fish, and you'll feed him for a day; give him a religion................ and he'll starve to death while praying for a fish."
I met a stripper from Shurewood once a long time ago. Thought I'd add a little giggle there.Too bad her name wasn't Robin that would have added a real giggle.
Just for everyones info Matt is computer less at the mo But I know he would of wanted to share Little Loco's (Perlin) brilliant day with you all so I cut and pasted it from our forum onto yours - enjoy its worth the read
Debbs xxx
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ahhhhh THE BEST 2 HOUR FALCONRY SESION EVER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So today i thought it was high time we had a real good in some open feilds
So we had just walked about 20 feet and up went the first little bird im not sure what it was but i think there yellow hammers i could be wrong a small tail chase and the beginnings of a ringing flight i was amazed he really was trying but after about 30 foot they broke and all went in differant directions this had the desired effect and he was soon struggling to keep on top of them .
no sooner had it started and it was over he lost um and just cruized about over my head looking really dejected I held out some titbit but he just glided about and settled on the spot they had risen from .oh well that was ace I told him and picked him up, at this stage I would have been happy enough at his efforts. so we settled down and started to walk on and bang up went more of the same this time only a tail chase that soon ended in the birds hitting the only cover a hedge in he went after them but still no kill again i picked him up .
I was just thinking to myself he needs to kill soon or hes gonna get bored , so through the hedge in to the next feild i took my time and really scanned about hoping for something to aim for but could only see one old crow scratching about [ remember loco has baited at them before ] so i was hoping he would show some maturity by just staying still and waiting for a better more realistic slip.
This feild was much more mature in terms of cover being wheat stubble drilled with winter rape that was very lush. i was allready thinking this is our best chance of a slip at partridge because there is a good number of wild greys on there . so as steady and as calm as i could we walked on 40 yards in up went the yellow hammers off he went with a ring of his bell the second he was flying about 6 greys bolted to our left the second they did he switched and was right amongst them, i thought he gonna get one i really could not believe my eyes hes right on um .
The flight that followed was the best i have ever seen fast agressive and really going a long way they coverd the feild in just a split second and where over the first hedge .as they rose to cover it he through up high and that was it he doted out but i could still see his quarry covering field after field then they change direction and i saw him again up up up then a stoop and nothing .
At this stage i hadnt moved at all and was still holding my breath . so i ran like a kid down the hill over to hedges to the spot i last saw him nothing panic iv lost him i was thinking so i stood still and tried to listen for bells but all i could hear was myself breathing like a race horse . after a few seconds i could hear a little sort of screaming and the sound of tinny bells, so off i went to track um down as i went over the barbed wire over the ditch and them more wire i could just see him under some old fallen but alive willows there he as with a hand full of feathers and no grey , but he was looking mean and realy running about . it must have just got out of his feet or beaten him off i will never know . but that was the best fun we have had yet and a realy good sign i think that this little bird is living up to my expectation and a lot more .
His style was realy differant very fast and allmost like he was happier to be going at bigger fast prey . after that flight we just walked back to the path over the same fields but he made nothing of the same sort of birds he had chased before twice we sent up the y.h.s and only once did he bait and then only half harted fly them . on the way back we moved a common snipe but i try not to let him see them as i think they are out his leage this year but at there speed maybe for ever . off he went up the hill and almost out of sight i started to walk up to a high point and saw him coming so swang the lure and shouted .from the bottom of the hedge came two feild fares strait at him as he was coming in to the lure , it was not even sport it was more self defence he put out his feet and good night viena a kill at last .
i know this will win awards as the longest post ever but its one of the best days i've had if not the best falconry day ever . soz for rambling on and on but im a proud little man tonite and so is my bird lol
all the best
matt once again sorry about the spelling and the length of post
Wow, cool story Deb. Thanks for posting it for us! Cheers, The Weasel ;D
Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines "Give a man a fish, and you'll feed him for a day; give him a religion................ and he'll starve to death while praying for a fish."
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But I know he would of wanted to share Little Loco's (Perlin) brilliant day with you all so I cut and pasted it from our forum onto yours - enjoy its worth the read 
