Both hawks are molting.
I tried to fly Smash one more time after I got back from the canyonlands. His weight was still on the high side and I got impatient. I paid the price.
I spent almost an hour in a greenbriar thicket conning him out of a tree. On the way back to the truck, he dropped a primary.
That was two weeks ago. After 8 months of hawking, I thought we were all ready for a break.
Last night I took one of my daughters out for a driving lesson. We drove on the road next to my favorite field. I couldn’t help wondering what might be moving out there in the grass.