tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87756657400056600172024-03-13T06:46:11.348+01:00Ami im SchwabenlandA blog written by an American expat who has moved permanently to Germany - about life in Germany, the differences between the U.S. Midwest and southern Germany, the German language, international travel, and whatever else is on my mind.Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.comBlogger424125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-63176649599354509862023-11-26T18:56:00.003+01:002023-11-26T19:07:47.242+01:00Hawk Diaries: Speaking of Horses!<p> This morning we were planning to go crow-hawking with Kaya, but when we weighed her, we discovered that she was "too fat to hunt." She was 1060 grams, and while we'd have taken her out at 1045g, 1025 is better and 1060 is just too high. Plan B was to wait a few hours and go out around noon.</p><p><br /></p><p>HELLO PLAN C!!</p><p><br /></p><p>We'd planned a few weeks ago to meet a <a href="https://faszination-falke.de/2023/10/27/das-gluck-der-erde-liegt-auf-dem-rucken-der-pferde/" target="_blank">falconer friend and her Saker falcon</a> Smilla at her friend's stable where we would try horseback riding with the birds, but M and I were struck down with Covid and had to cancel. This morning quite spontaneously the friend (IH) sent a message and asked if we wanted to meet and ride in the season's first snow. </p><p>We are the least spontaneous people you don't know and I really can't stand winter, snow, or being cold*, but after a quick consultation with M, I started scrounging for my riding pants, boots and helmet! Smilla and her human couldn't come, but we will all surely meet next time!</p><p>* Blame it on Wisconsin! 44 years of that, and I've had enough!</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjilmcKAXoVuT9uioFzi1bC3m5p6CqoiNFcS5TRnQgv7ULOI5zk_sG29G6I_sj064jMZ_itF79yXS6plPJ0aghxFDH8XFbUvnbOb1nbkRHN_kT7lEBszQrPnshZJqCmmTN_-2kR8PTtVHI1En0XCLaIhslKnr4KTBzD9JAFaWblX7eQGqOA6B8Ve_eJB04/s4961/IMG_4294.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3307" data-original-width="4961" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjilmcKAXoVuT9uioFzi1bC3m5p6CqoiNFcS5TRnQgv7ULOI5zk_sG29G6I_sj064jMZ_itF79yXS6plPJ0aghxFDH8XFbUvnbOb1nbkRHN_kT7lEBszQrPnshZJqCmmTN_-2kR8PTtVHI1En0XCLaIhslKnr4KTBzD9JAFaWblX7eQGqOA6B8Ve_eJB04/s320/IMG_4294.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seriously, does it get any better than this?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p>We arrived, met IH and her beautiful Icelandic horse, Kvikur, and got Kaya out of her travel box.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDD6STFaBqv6TwJ0lPvmtYgmWLV54HGRl9KuIYsaiX2kKxDuU1j04HHTWPl_Lhz5IJeIPBdiCuJ8_GkUL2noDxqZBmiLK1f2KPYPvN1kYpVOk3FzlHXUoBvcpnJbPBd36xg3_Yvs2YhxrS19XTeV34ZyZ7KO09X0hfbVNKeca6KmTGaA-JNxwX3vetCw/s5591/IMG_4233.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3727" data-original-width="5591" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDD6STFaBqv6TwJ0lPvmtYgmWLV54HGRl9KuIYsaiX2kKxDuU1j04HHTWPl_Lhz5IJeIPBdiCuJ8_GkUL2noDxqZBmiLK1f2KPYPvN1kYpVOk3FzlHXUoBvcpnJbPBd36xg3_Yvs2YhxrS19XTeV34ZyZ7KO09X0hfbVNKeca6KmTGaA-JNxwX3vetCw/s320/IMG_4233.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Kaya: "Whoooaaaaaa, WTH?"<br />Kvikur: "'Sup?"</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Kvikur was totally cool, like nothing can rattle him. And he's already met Smilla the falcon, so this was not his first rodeo, as they say. Kaya, on the other hand... As reported earlier, she has been in the presence of horses, but not frequently. And never on top. However, we really do believe she trusts us and has learned that she's safe when she's on my or M's glove.</p><p>At first we walked a bit so Kaya could get used to Kvikur and his human, then I handed Kaya to M and hopped on. M handed Kaya back, and she tried to settle in. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-LbKYApmzlqDJdDVFtK52sD5o1x-agxFxzYs3WLJWGYel9R9dJWXhtr80dd0m_uXTwfs-l4-CSJLyMVVMH5Qf5WNAE9-WT1GJBNyxX8YctcDUCpFkzmS30Mggh-etI2XKdRHguRrfFlbJOg5UaKMAT-gbiaqq6ic0af0MtnoXc2_nrLl8DhouVPZz7Ac/s5028/IMG_4238.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3352" data-original-width="5028" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-LbKYApmzlqDJdDVFtK52sD5o1x-agxFxzYs3WLJWGYel9R9dJWXhtr80dd0m_uXTwfs-l4-CSJLyMVVMH5Qf5WNAE9-WT1GJBNyxX8YctcDUCpFkzmS30Mggh-etI2XKdRHguRrfFlbJOg5UaKMAT-gbiaqq6ic0af0MtnoXc2_nrLl8DhouVPZz7Ac/s320/IMG_4238.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Mom?!? You sure about this?"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>IH took the reins and led Kvikur so I could focus on Kaya until we knew how she'd handle this. M tromped along and snapped pictures the whole time, and although you'd think we would have thought to take ONE photo of the three of us with Kvikur, we did not. Next time!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9rvOxUTLEvmZTpVf2esyZY2a18Ru9O3Tj-Gj7ViCQBDDQgagLitzJj8M57osGvyCS0L0rbuAkj6k0eb2ADVO2r6GlcfswwgTHO_ZLpOo3c6WS4XwhcTrHXVSXSsvl9I4LCRE8SIRpmNuzh_gbmHZMBHgXBad9rawsDhQAHHVZ85HM53ctuWM31syE5W8/s4807/IMG_4261.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3205" data-original-width="4807" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9rvOxUTLEvmZTpVf2esyZY2a18Ru9O3Tj-Gj7ViCQBDDQgagLitzJj8M57osGvyCS0L0rbuAkj6k0eb2ADVO2r6GlcfswwgTHO_ZLpOo3c6WS4XwhcTrHXVSXSsvl9I4LCRE8SIRpmNuzh_gbmHZMBHgXBad9rawsDhQAHHVZ85HM53ctuWM31syE5W8/s320/IMG_4261.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">IH has longer legs than I do!<br />I could just barely reach the stirrups, but no matter.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>It was cold but ok, and then it wasn't. 😂 <i>Schneeregen</i>, <i>Schnee</i>, wind... And still, I was happy as could be, riding with Kaya! It was a lovely ride and I can picture all kinds of horse & hawk adventures for the future!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIyqoIg0x-c009VhCKqw3a9v5PLJuxhNDkLO29QMhT-5hZjMXYNee1mLQmxAbCbWIs5Y2GHgi-Gk_sV0du_UokrVlb2IxMRcU51Sl7XhX09YaWk6MbRjnCwm1D-20lXPZntfulkYPEklWu-WjLiE8jT3ZLK8Oyyg2XPxDnQ4kPa3U32cOQswbPYRMLwE/s4890/IMG_4283.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3260" data-original-width="4890" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIyqoIg0x-c009VhCKqw3a9v5PLJuxhNDkLO29QMhT-5hZjMXYNee1mLQmxAbCbWIs5Y2GHgi-Gk_sV0du_UokrVlb2IxMRcU51Sl7XhX09YaWk6MbRjnCwm1D-20lXPZntfulkYPEklWu-WjLiE8jT3ZLK8Oyyg2XPxDnQ4kPa3U32cOQswbPYRMLwE/s320/IMG_4283.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW1mEfGPqSalO5NRxPnMG8pUS1oY5iLtYMQPrgCZ1Lnh7oEiGfJLfdauuZ9CEK88gv5XtFjWDqETVULJkXfTq1EzyZk4pRXZSKbHCrwMNup1EXr1Lctz0aBr8Boply9jeUF41eU3M5JrhmWaY1sm_oug2dBbbikI5uvR-bsdCCfIr8Fi2cTU2IWv6d-IA/s4000/IMG_4291.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2667" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW1mEfGPqSalO5NRxPnMG8pUS1oY5iLtYMQPrgCZ1Lnh7oEiGfJLfdauuZ9CEK88gv5XtFjWDqETVULJkXfTq1EzyZk4pRXZSKbHCrwMNup1EXr1Lctz0aBr8Boply9jeUF41eU3M5JrhmWaY1sm_oug2dBbbikI5uvR-bsdCCfIr8Fi2cTU2IWv6d-IA/s320/IMG_4291.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjds4lVyVvpu-hG6ojOkd1MkEsmJ8V31pBd_IvNxN14W4EcSJn62gzanEt6kqNYrU8egQhAxyxdQcuNZBExuY4TcnZF1zG8pkTIcE5YbqQgzxTgiF2gTtMldIGeGOgRyjCOV_muwxsAGCKTKcSt_BpxqWuhEt8w_HlhSEdNGArtE4XPIDmWc039QmbwbSw/s4796/IMG_4304.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3197" data-original-width="4796" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjds4lVyVvpu-hG6ojOkd1MkEsmJ8V31pBd_IvNxN14W4EcSJn62gzanEt6kqNYrU8egQhAxyxdQcuNZBExuY4TcnZF1zG8pkTIcE5YbqQgzxTgiF2gTtMldIGeGOgRyjCOV_muwxsAGCKTKcSt_BpxqWuhEt8w_HlhSEdNGArtE4XPIDmWc039QmbwbSw/s320/IMG_4304.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6GFXGzggeij9q33rrkfRmvi7JvJaAXIIiX9l8RkwQp5IKKXWGuiPDchMObSoVzV0aRRoMAbaTA65IIi85P1AJcvW0hX_ikXKnelsoveri-CHX177HVu2xklULxsUI2OhZbXyXYHn5u3VOst-mVrKzJbkytIvdQMM8RhPUSBi17FSokJ5f2R7QVmNlhUc/s5171/IMG_4311.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3447" data-original-width="5171" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6GFXGzggeij9q33rrkfRmvi7JvJaAXIIiX9l8RkwQp5IKKXWGuiPDchMObSoVzV0aRRoMAbaTA65IIi85P1AJcvW0hX_ikXKnelsoveri-CHX177HVu2xklULxsUI2OhZbXyXYHn5u3VOst-mVrKzJbkytIvdQMM8RhPUSBi17FSokJ5f2R7QVmNlhUc/s320/IMG_4311.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at the pup!<br />This is how he spent the whole walk! 😍</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>I don't need to write much more - the photos say it all. What an amazing and fabulous experience this was! We are so grateful to Smilla's human, IH, and Kvikur for this day. </p><p><br /></p><p>I've loved horses all my life, and now falconry IS my life. What could be better than combining the two on a snowy day?</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"><i>Falknersheil!!!</i></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-86344021847484932222023-09-23T13:34:00.006+02:002023-09-23T17:55:17.457+02:00Crow Hawking Diaries: Curious Horses<p> OMG, what I would give to have photos or video of today’s hawking experience! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieNu6s5P19g2gL5JNKm6aSsAMWldDycewd7-t_C2EENuBe_cNHzAkO2mVB2tgsNJqU_qNaeOvtGehoTTo0Gns3z63GEhkRoUVvBP0rWpPBwB8Rz1EHITHnjyPZOp0O5ne3RhYlYc2hvMk_hNsZrKLxI5bQXHqwQy6uwA4W3H6qR06EK5o58lwzBEs7Ins/s4032/PXL_20230923_081959969.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieNu6s5P19g2gL5JNKm6aSsAMWldDycewd7-t_C2EENuBe_cNHzAkO2mVB2tgsNJqU_qNaeOvtGehoTTo0Gns3z63GEhkRoUVvBP0rWpPBwB8Rz1EHITHnjyPZOp0O5ne3RhYlYc2hvMk_hNsZrKLxI5bQXHqwQy6uwA4W3H6qR06EK5o58lwzBEs7Ins/s320/PXL_20230923_081959969.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>M and I took a guest and Kaya crow hawking not far from Horb and it was tough going at first. We saw hundreds of <i>Rotmilane</i> and common buzzards, but not so many crows. Those we did see flew out of range too quickly. But twice we passed a horse farm with an occupied pasture where there were a bunch of crows. Each time we drove past, those who were out of the pasture flew into it knowing they were safe there. I won’t launch Kaya into a pasture full of horses, especially with an electric fence. I finally asked M to drive to the farm, and I found the owners outside. I explained what we were doing, they were enthusiastic, told me to go ahead and the horses won’t be bothered, and showed me where to unplug the electricity to the fence. We got back in the car, drove about 150 meters, and I tossed her into the pasture at the unsuspecting crows. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1-9Oi66LU_0l2GN7Pm4Nv-IshwahcK1Fp4xyPUn_9Y3WrMo6iHL35TrBVvIVLkmw_MAbEiahgE0NQtEwouTJq7niqLal4w4smYvEPhxXIVGZFaGcLPOqGcIALmIOOVjhBvznzIY0h6keTk0wCL7oH-lzVGzcHxJnpVtPqXNZ_geaHrPoFDTBJD0saGs/s4032/PXL_20230923_082313998.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1-9Oi66LU_0l2GN7Pm4Nv-IshwahcK1Fp4xyPUn_9Y3WrMo6iHL35TrBVvIVLkmw_MAbEiahgE0NQtEwouTJq7niqLal4w4smYvEPhxXIVGZFaGcLPOqGcIALmIOOVjhBvznzIY0h6keTk0wCL7oH-lzVGzcHxJnpVtPqXNZ_geaHrPoFDTBJD0saGs/s320/PXL_20230923_082313998.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What can I say? I love horses!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>The one she
picked out had taken off, and she flew after it in hot pursuit. Once the crow is
airborne it’s unlikely she’ll get it, so I got ready to call her back. But she
wasn’t going to let that crow go, and she grabbed it out of the air! She pulled
it to the ground, I ducked through the fence and raced the 50 meters to her to do my job. I’d
asked M to come as quickly as he could, and thank goodness. The horses
found the goings-on quite interesting and meandered over to have a look. Kaya
was ok with that up to a point, but they kept coming closer. By then M was
there and I told him to stand between the horses and me so I could finish things
with Kaya. That was probably also when I said, “OMG, you have to get a photo of
this!” He stood protectively between us facing the horses, but more and more of them came up
and formed a sort-of U-shape around us. Kaya was secured and still had a death
grip on the deceased crow but wanted to get the hell away from the horses.
Among the steeds there was some commotion and I hoped M wouldn’t get
kicked. </p><p>I collected Kaya with her crow and headed back to the fence. M followed.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">So did the horses.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And several cows, one that looked rather butch.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzXv3DlVOBZG7TOkJHeR51tYXRf2fds5ILRRrpEE8Mpj85wDLk3Q_YubCd7oNglJNrWNfLkSMbbTjyfMAqzNEwILLpVkAK7teqGX4hvXUtu7IrHdKLAZpEweA-J4hUz6LLpzLoBELZgjuZtyT_sgltCM2VVQEvrqq8Zz6Sfs5Fq0FV_s7nl_3_Z6SYnL0/s1600/Crow_7_b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1201" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzXv3DlVOBZG7TOkJHeR51tYXRf2fds5ILRRrpEE8Mpj85wDLk3Q_YubCd7oNglJNrWNfLkSMbbTjyfMAqzNEwILLpVkAK7teqGX4hvXUtu7IrHdKLAZpEweA-J4hUz6LLpzLoBELZgjuZtyT_sgltCM2VVQEvrqq8Zz6Sfs5Fq0FV_s7nl_3_Z6SYnL0/s320/Crow_7_b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Kaya got
her reward for a job extremely well done while we and our guest recapped the
events on the safe side of the fence. Then we went back to the farm to talk
with the owners and tell them we’d been successful! They were happy to hear it.
The woman said she sometimes gets dived-bombed by
crows when she’s riding, and the man said the farmers around grumble
about the crows picking in the fields and destroying young crops.</p><br /><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1IGfQ3oxnQmA8lEUbhD6yPuqMuvDKH8v_Kjx0Li25evJFfMDB_eUnkgrmwhqCzzpzU35nyvs52iguOeswzeLb3w2gZ9oETFqlACFBJ-72Sq4bpgwqRk5wGAisT-Mlf2A2b-tC7jH47FrJ8Xup043C9sf1SlPuF98i8ltUSzAUaxsPSvJSul4lKfJLno/s4032/PXL_20230529_104203764.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1IGfQ3oxnQmA8lEUbhD6yPuqMuvDKH8v_Kjx0Li25evJFfMDB_eUnkgrmwhqCzzpzU35nyvs52iguOeswzeLb3w2gZ9oETFqlACFBJ-72Sq4bpgwqRk5wGAisT-Mlf2A2b-tC7jH47FrJ8Xup043C9sf1SlPuF98i8ltUSzAUaxsPSvJSul4lKfJLno/s320/PXL_20230529_104203764.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The <i>Wasserbüffelhof</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">We stopped
at the water buffalo farm vending machine for an ice cream treat and had quite
the audience of others shopping there. Then the owner of the buffalo farm also
came by and chatted with us – he also said he’s thrilled to hear we’re after
crows in the area.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3dAHx6qpCBzvrmQS-KMsp4XP4CgoXYgRT7BPhFvKE39y3LALZyfWaj5XRxCEhlFpTf8eiHulm-HhpkWukQ0Ya7aoNm3-801Y3pdy24nGGXI2WOqi4pUb4LCQH0Ij0AORyJ2lR8-UWUryBPqMKbsCOODKIbjHjn9h77x4TRlmxaw3NdwtEDS3F5OCC2iI/s4032/PXL_20230920_085741438.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3dAHx6qpCBzvrmQS-KMsp4XP4CgoXYgRT7BPhFvKE39y3LALZyfWaj5XRxCEhlFpTf8eiHulm-HhpkWukQ0Ya7aoNm3-801Y3pdy24nGGXI2WOqi4pUb4LCQH0Ij0AORyJ2lR8-UWUryBPqMKbsCOODKIbjHjn9h77x4TRlmxaw3NdwtEDS3F5OCC2iI/s320/PXL_20230920_085741438.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A family-friendly photo of Kaya manteling<br />a kill from a few days ago)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Kaya got
a leg and a wing from her crow in her mews when we returned and is so stuffed she can’t see her
feet. But she’s screaming about her adventure to the neighborhood, or perhaps she’s
just screaming at our neighbor who is minding his own business and trying to
get some yard work done.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /></div><div>Our season officially opened with Kaya's first success on September 3rd, and since then she's grabbed 7 crows and her first-ever <i>Elster</i> (magpie)!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"><i>Falknersheil!</i></span></div>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-88180525737564862452023-08-27T15:47:00.000+02:002023-08-27T15:47:08.377+02:00Hawk Training Diaries 1<p>What an adventure!</p><p>I have no photos from today, so I'll just include a few recent ones of Kaya.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4c2FHi4Fsa8Ui143ItT7tkNRTVjVvN-THmBs87jRazfYtZ8-Z43ulWDyL_XU6tZNe5VIiRsyRqoQuHoAvCOQYsZ3phXrwtUq_gPiYYUlm0gZwSLcnIbF-jx-YRT0eComlGLe9VU5UCxMX42BpHkpAlBkdo9Kt7hXkwYXBkF0TE0Za8I7SSBqE6gyUwxI/s4032/PXL_20230824_145856464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4c2FHi4Fsa8Ui143ItT7tkNRTVjVvN-THmBs87jRazfYtZ8-Z43ulWDyL_XU6tZNe5VIiRsyRqoQuHoAvCOQYsZ3phXrwtUq_gPiYYUlm0gZwSLcnIbF-jx-YRT0eComlGLe9VU5UCxMX42BpHkpAlBkdo9Kt7hXkwYXBkF0TE0Za8I7SSBqE6gyUwxI/s320/PXL_20230824_145856464.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Lüften</i> (airing out) in the garden on a breezy day</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This
morning we set out at 8:45 with Kaya to meet our mentor, "Br," for yet another go at
getting Kaya into hunting mode. In this, her second season, she’s flying free really well from glove to glove,
but she has not attacked the crows we’ve set her at, nor the dummy crow
yesterday. So today we were going to try again after she had some thinking
time.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTPuH1ltDix5U0GKn_qQve2w3hzCyUGbufWpDOWwurzjyYoyhQvoToiIKHxhuIdiuyx-Der12lRI40-aWrToXLQBcAJQDhzhiAq5fmPjEm8O-rz5Z2t8hvD587u79MdFW7HtobA7a7ay562lHeHUyCfxdY5lANRIzQop5wL1c98S5ywYHX3mXphLxflOE/s1000/Graureiher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTPuH1ltDix5U0GKn_qQve2w3hzCyUGbufWpDOWwurzjyYoyhQvoToiIKHxhuIdiuyx-Der12lRI40-aWrToXLQBcAJQDhzhiAq5fmPjEm8O-rz5Z2t8hvD587u79MdFW7HtobA7a7ay562lHeHUyCfxdY5lANRIzQop5wL1c98S5ywYHX3mXphLxflOE/s320/Graureiher.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Graureiher</i> (grey heron) on our neighbor's roof a few years ago.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>On the country
road between our village and the next, suddenly a <i>Graureiher</i> (grey heron) took
off from tall grass right on the edge of the road (neither of us had seen him standing
there), right across the road and directly into our car. With Kaya in the car
and nothing with which to capture or secure the heron, we drove on an agonizing 4 minutes
to meet Br. M waited with Kaya while Br and I drove back to the
heron, who was now sitting in the middle of one lane of the road. Luckily it
was Sunday morning, not much traffic, and no one else had run into him. We
herded him off the road and into the grass, Br got the large net out of her
car, and after some tromping through long, wet grass, caught the angry bird.
She covered him with a towel and her jacket, making sure he could still get
air, laid him in the back of her car, and on the way back to our meeting point
she called a friend of hers who runs a <i>NABU</i> <i>Vogelauffangstation</i> (bird rescue center and sanctuary), taking in
injured birds to treat and either re-wild or keep at the center, or - if needs
be - put to sleep. She left a message, and since the heron was as comfortable as
he could be under the circumstances and in a quiet, dark place, we decided to see
about getting the training done with Kaya while waiting for her friend to call
back.</p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Kaya once
again flew toward the crow dummy but then just wanted to land on it ladylike rather than fiercely grabbing it as she must do to hunt, so mean <i>Tante</i> Br swung
it out of her reach. Never mind this, then, we tried a different tactic. Twice Kaya
flew from my glove toward the crow dummy, which Br snatched away when Kaya
didn’t attack it. Each time she had to fly back to me to start over. Kaya
finally got frustrated enough that she ATTACKED the crow dummy! She got a thawed chick
for her efforts, and we did it again. Having realized attacking the crow dummy
means getting a sizeable chunk of food, she went straight for it a second time.
Then she was allowed to eat until she was full.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwWxrkzNSC813hT6sCJJmfsxcmiw3tAaAVr3agif4p_foGTA4JQ3sGDiHogxOm1k65fTFRjM2hWTpRyxb5C9gNfdE4F2W57sMyPEkUj89R3Arl7eZRecshYTnEw42_PM0L3h5omQew_uPlcZ35D0hapDYZwhklqsgscc29HmFqzSB-2WLDBtHYAJ1RIeo/s4032/PXL_20230723_103837386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwWxrkzNSC813hT6sCJJmfsxcmiw3tAaAVr3agif4p_foGTA4JQ3sGDiHogxOm1k65fTFRjM2hWTpRyxb5C9gNfdE4F2W57sMyPEkUj89R3Arl7eZRecshYTnEw42_PM0L3h5omQew_uPlcZ35D0hapDYZwhklqsgscc29HmFqzSB-2WLDBtHYAJ1RIeo/s320/PXL_20230723_103837386.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Back to Herr
Reiher, the heron. As we were walking back to the car, Br’s friend called
and said someone will be there at the center even though it’s officially closed
on Sundays, and we can take the heron there.<p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">M took
Kaya back and gave her another reward in her mews, and we probably won’t hear
from her again until Tuesday. She’s stuffed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Br and
I drove to Mössingen with Herr Reiher (40 km/35 min), the young woman on
weekend duty met us, Br unwrapped and held Herr Reiher while the woman from NABU checked
the bird over, and they put him in a cage lined with a blanket where he could
rest until a vet could see him. I filled out a form with my contact info and
where the bird had been, and Br and I left to take care of her animals (mice, quails, and a hawk). I hope
he’ll make it. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCPj24VOA6Z-__c8zqSDT6VTZpquVTDyomEmblWi37GvfDDF5shI3YLOHL3SuNtIrYOZrg7B9_Yzkdg64kjUBAVw28aCbbR38naRfY5gISRfVAzz4nMcmAOQB-cnK0aXNwBy4NvhN0ZKeP_6mAZJjMKGIy4dHl90XiaQ4jCKTKjewe7WSKhMhYBVRr48c/s4032/PXL_20230817_154038188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCPj24VOA6Z-__c8zqSDT6VTZpquVTDyomEmblWi37GvfDDF5shI3YLOHL3SuNtIrYOZrg7B9_Yzkdg64kjUBAVw28aCbbR38naRfY5gISRfVAzz4nMcmAOQB-cnK0aXNwBy4NvhN0ZKeP_6mAZJjMKGIy4dHl90XiaQ4jCKTKjewe7WSKhMhYBVRr48c/s320/PXL_20230817_154038188.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kaya (l) and Hekate (r) sitting on their perches<br />at a <a href="https://www.hofgutalteburg.de/" target="_blank">restaurant in Reutlingen</a> Br and I brought them to last week</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">We flew Br's Harris hawk, Hekate, 15 times or so between us, and each time Hekate landed on my glove and
got her measly tidbit, she looked at me with lowered head and threatening posture as
if she wanted a piece of me. I’ve lost my fear of her in such situations, but
once when she landed in a way that I couldn’t quickly secure her jesses, she grabbed
the fleshy part of my upper arm and squeezed. She means business! Happily, when
she has her talons stuck in my arm, she can’t also attack my ungloved right
hand, so I was able to get hold of her jesses to secure her. Br told me to “scream”
at her (Hekate) using the same bird-tone she was using with me. That’s what Harris
hawk parents do to keep their kids in line. So I did, and I wish I had a photo
of Hekate’s face at that moment: “What the…?!?” I did it again and she let go
of my arm.</p><p class="MsoNormal">This is about establishing the pecking order, which Hekate and I have to work out every year from scratch. She's on a diet but still pretty heavy, and that makes her grumpy. She wants me to think she is above me in her little hierarchy, but that doesn't work for hunting together. So I have to show her I'm not afraid of her and also that she can't get away with attacking my fleshy bits.</p><p class="MsoNormal">M then picked me up and at home I was able to enjoy a scrambled omlette made with the fresh quail eggs Br and I had gathered from her girls.</p>By the way, I now have a large net on order to keep in our hunting car. Should be here by Tuesday.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>Until next time...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><i>Falknersheil!!</i></span></p>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-50960659684684723292023-04-22T11:00:00.004+02:002023-04-24T14:59:06.861+02:00Kaya's Hatchday<p>Today is Kaya's <i>Schlüpftag</i>!!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwlRdPJFkxnT_S4yruo26xOvUrkXKhMS_gMUi101C2w_lhroG1faWuNqI0ZULyuRE0TpzEmfhqn-a4kcxVmkGnABh_EVC4TOXg_VwQissFJCnuiwCQ0o2dbgAk9SV7Fxr99a54G-4EZ3pOKNREaCeIFwvIy8hWRGcPWiahcmyjOcnYgpiLjXxhWlHc/s4032/Schl%C3%BCpftag.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwlRdPJFkxnT_S4yruo26xOvUrkXKhMS_gMUi101C2w_lhroG1faWuNqI0ZULyuRE0TpzEmfhqn-a4kcxVmkGnABh_EVC4TOXg_VwQissFJCnuiwCQ0o2dbgAk9SV7Fxr99a54G-4EZ3pOKNREaCeIFwvIy8hWRGcPWiahcmyjOcnYgpiLjXxhWlHc/s320/Schl%C3%BCpftag.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Kaya
hatched on April 22nd 2022 and so today she turns one year old! So much has
happened in this bird’s life since that day. In the beginning she was just a
ball of fluff that her parents fed and smothered to keep her warm, without any
siblings to share with. She briefly had a foster brother, but that didn’t go as
well as the breeder hoped, so he was taken out again.</p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">She spent
the next weeks without a care in the world in the mew with her parents,
eventually outgrowing Dad and outliving Mom. In early August when she was 15
weeks old, we drove up to Hessen to get her, and that’s when she had her first real
contact with humans. She was not particularly thrilled, but I’ll write about
that day on our “Gotcha-day” anniversary.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">This post will show one photo a month from the last year, the first two from the nestcam of the breeder.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRXzVcYJf7gwcjPEFX1kOc_5seGiBEIFrCBC2NiYdzEtWL5njYq4vGhNtlAnjY54nthwdx7TNxbmTAP3_Z930XY9ZkmJAXQbfU7_GJACQkit-IKWEdFt-L9_Hiux_AWadHt0JfodNtXgWKEH9rwN9LpnEo4HFOgeIx0olRtSEopdTpOgVRP0sjM9F/s1000/Colly_1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRXzVcYJf7gwcjPEFX1kOc_5seGiBEIFrCBC2NiYdzEtWL5njYq4vGhNtlAnjY54nthwdx7TNxbmTAP3_Z930XY9ZkmJAXQbfU7_GJACQkit-IKWEdFt-L9_Hiux_AWadHt0JfodNtXgWKEH9rwN9LpnEo4HFOgeIx0olRtSEopdTpOgVRP0sjM9F/s320/Colly_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Apr 2022<br />Mom Colly brooding her eggs.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt13vbsIQzFgNhuMUtofgXJB_FI-PxKTfQM61ErVQLQPpZdhkc0UOtrPE2Ng6EjBFzNZgnGdfvWMlY785C0eVxAsMnpa6WlXj360R04G9sNEA_mvmQ5pUpBTOtug7r08Em5GwilwXci9HAD8d4JnayDZ_h6mM1xiHciG_Z17DwL9dtvbMPaZVxVsqa/s320/May%202022.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">May 2022<br />There she is! At this point we were calling her Cora. <br />Look at those big feet!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ja69R6FNmjtU6hGeX6IxWScx836oFSCiU3GIKXAEAzlkQ-6elI28aCIUluv0jG9AdhgQNYrvFxOCxSzRu8__WIkUoHHZdcIMpwuFVMqk5HPP0_b7o2VHXmN9zbdpqtkFJrJ_lstNQT2AtmAPGwpmWXfmtb-Qsk9v-lh-UAUi1xtkGQ3F73IsKZb5/s1000/IMG_4815.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ja69R6FNmjtU6hGeX6IxWScx836oFSCiU3GIKXAEAzlkQ-6elI28aCIUluv0jG9AdhgQNYrvFxOCxSzRu8__WIkUoHHZdcIMpwuFVMqk5HPP0_b7o2VHXmN9zbdpqtkFJrJ_lstNQT2AtmAPGwpmWXfmtb-Qsk9v-lh-UAUi1xtkGQ3F73IsKZb5/s320/IMG_4815.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">June 2022<br />M and I take one last mini-vacation in the <i>Schwarzwald</i> <br />for our wedding anniversary. </td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiShdyqpW7LL0VFVJlYrxCaIhFgCse1EzFJBxVZOJGv--KX5YYSXJ7vF86MPg0whDSnikL0np0AzBLjqajKJ_aHhlMYiDyhLEE4DtaHqg4r6ezGD2fWKir3iSPNOVy06CaqWFz6b1pC9DznbCmFZScXZuZ21fyd3xiJg2ly03hOPO9_NN04RpI4MJgD/s1000/Voliere%20von%20aussen.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiShdyqpW7LL0VFVJlYrxCaIhFgCse1EzFJBxVZOJGv--KX5YYSXJ7vF86MPg0whDSnikL0np0AzBLjqajKJ_aHhlMYiDyhLEE4DtaHqg4r6ezGD2fWKir3iSPNOVy06CaqWFz6b1pC9DznbCmFZScXZuZ21fyd3xiJg2ly03hOPO9_NN04RpI4MJgD/s320/Voliere%20von%20aussen.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">July 2022<br />Despite the nightmare of dealing with the <i>Bauamt</i> and the <i>Veterinäramt</i>,<br />Kaya's mew was finished and ready a week before she arrived.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSfRsXMmPjG7c0eG3gdd--6D05P1mzYcRMJ2U_3M96txer9sTWiu2nQP0YxUNSG7D8vWf4SzUIidgOi0ewdVGbaQkYoOeM1PSYTyEQQFrVrNcQhc-YQbBaawFwNlbDvv-qGtV4pzi_Th3NjVKblZUOsTX0A--QyC_jCRpcvliSHZEK2r-nEDOF8sis/s1000/Aug.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSfRsXMmPjG7c0eG3gdd--6D05P1mzYcRMJ2U_3M96txer9sTWiu2nQP0YxUNSG7D8vWf4SzUIidgOi0ewdVGbaQkYoOeM1PSYTyEQQFrVrNcQhc-YQbBaawFwNlbDvv-qGtV4pzi_Th3NjVKblZUOsTX0A--QyC_jCRpcvliSHZEK2r-nEDOF8sis/s320/Aug.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aug 2022<br />Despite her initial fear of us, <br />here we are 3 days after we got her.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJNp_cAWcfhotS0qcVW-1ZnWf9ped5W5y2816KMKctaku6Oc8EB7M-dr0UD1vVgxubSzeYvmjAUgnBIjJaiMWINP_4IpJehkXKe94GNdbNJpowx_0aPQuuS5Z-2KwRUAQtcGjpxLZW3Ri8KP-iXbh1fxwkFDi6uP1oa7okqBNFHrqe_SMQrEQDWBv/s1000/Crow_1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJNp_cAWcfhotS0qcVW-1ZnWf9ped5W5y2816KMKctaku6Oc8EB7M-dr0UD1vVgxubSzeYvmjAUgnBIjJaiMWINP_4IpJehkXKe94GNdbNJpowx_0aPQuuS5Z-2KwRUAQtcGjpxLZW3Ri8KP-iXbh1fxwkFDi6uP1oa7okqBNFHrqe_SMQrEQDWBv/s320/Crow_1.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sept 2022<br />After much training and some failures, <br />Kaya gets her first crow!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia71eC4tyEnpI1k4CCT6pYuhpRMd5mQZLzdgfM3em7Heuoew-sUDpGdD_o1_9GVFZZCUkDFEs4QqTRILXvr4nrp4v9kkC0h4HEGcO_rVtUmLvy_vxQsFbstrE6v5nUsBz75WWP5Rmrm43Rk347XsvnupghWqeu0_R0VZjTIHEJryYOMAwKrnnRSnxp/s4032/Oct.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia71eC4tyEnpI1k4CCT6pYuhpRMd5mQZLzdgfM3em7Heuoew-sUDpGdD_o1_9GVFZZCUkDFEs4QqTRILXvr4nrp4v9kkC0h4HEGcO_rVtUmLvy_vxQsFbstrE6v5nUsBz75WWP5Rmrm43Rk347XsvnupghWqeu0_R0VZjTIHEJryYOMAwKrnnRSnxp/s320/Oct.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oct 2022<br />Having a chat with "Dad" after training.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikQszLJf9w9AlEnO5uiFXuxP_K6KQM8AUWUYLARUzn0SetjP1QnSJLQnzafNnAEeDwjWnSSpiX8xHrnxj6pipm5zhOS-dK4CDuol_NyhmmBtKvJpcjg7rkgaURJQQ3jw7RBv7SHOJhEnwJjBD0gmChBh9zHAxK4S7_VqV7dKJ8o5pl_U56Z6mskAJb/s3099/Nov.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3099" data-original-width="2325" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikQszLJf9w9AlEnO5uiFXuxP_K6KQM8AUWUYLARUzn0SetjP1QnSJLQnzafNnAEeDwjWnSSpiX8xHrnxj6pipm5zhOS-dK4CDuol_NyhmmBtKvJpcjg7rkgaURJQQ3jw7RBv7SHOJhEnwJjBD0gmChBh9zHAxK4S7_VqV7dKJ8o5pl_U56Z6mskAJb/s320/Nov.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nov 2022<br />When we're not out hawking, we go on walks.<br />This was at the Rauschbart <i>Biergarten</i> overlooking Horb.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIrGa5iiYa6hxPQteA8D7viavWMXSRbVSNemdDzp97VPy6DCBM1LS9EJvmbnJNuOs3D43q7kaePv0Blzp3Py5wE1DACNBOK7U_Y_z7kmtAa--Eaxi3btxSm9huiAjL0Y6HC1remFz4b0NqBhKBLN2K59ValJGpTa-cttdogNUq0DaPUCEGoy9mKiR8/s3264/Dec.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIrGa5iiYa6hxPQteA8D7viavWMXSRbVSNemdDzp97VPy6DCBM1LS9EJvmbnJNuOs3D43q7kaePv0Blzp3Py5wE1DACNBOK7U_Y_z7kmtAa--Eaxi3btxSm9huiAjL0Y6HC1remFz4b0NqBhKBLN2K59ValJGpTa-cttdogNUq0DaPUCEGoy9mKiR8/s320/Dec.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dec 2022<br />Family photo after a successful hunt</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJ7HLV9ZIHR22yfkmtaFjdVbcxWzNz2jYi0l0Hhw4lJQMX-XA-7o1hj6mpMLjLFDMLRTg4_PcyoLDdZmIdgRX40JlHu4mlqQ2xMTXoWYXIlq8m8m8UpBZCa2i_7aPRkn4GJucPDmQgCGTXAFUTRZRnll1UAUPYdNHCFnYxcEN4w-RFo7WL2FHBV3L/s4032/Jan.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJ7HLV9ZIHR22yfkmtaFjdVbcxWzNz2jYi0l0Hhw4lJQMX-XA-7o1hj6mpMLjLFDMLRTg4_PcyoLDdZmIdgRX40JlHu4mlqQ2xMTXoWYXIlq8m8m8UpBZCa2i_7aPRkn4GJucPDmQgCGTXAFUTRZRnll1UAUPYdNHCFnYxcEN4w-RFo7WL2FHBV3L/s320/Jan.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 2023<br />Sitting on one of our favorite benches<br />during a cold winter walk.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLPX-BYu5s0o2lBqDWCxHcVDu3uKgiDjaGnV18tSZnI8nbFy6FhTCwLLqrpjhycI4JiC9iQ1w3v3tgfAl-sRrOFRoNZVt2pj4aSIplgsCH0PNG3s98GGsek5lmcpYCqUO3CapmhlFFnttI11YogtUfkNBs2heoCamUi5YGRAsXY-F8k3LB-jIlzKOn/s4032/Feb.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLPX-BYu5s0o2lBqDWCxHcVDu3uKgiDjaGnV18tSZnI8nbFy6FhTCwLLqrpjhycI4JiC9iQ1w3v3tgfAl-sRrOFRoNZVt2pj4aSIplgsCH0PNG3s98GGsek5lmcpYCqUO3CapmhlFFnttI11YogtUfkNBs2heoCamUi5YGRAsXY-F8k3LB-jIlzKOn/s320/Feb.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feb 2023<br />Another successful kill on the last day of the season.<br />Crow #22!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlPM4F_XMANLWwCfjBR_HmuPFyPAXUvfuziUQEEvmADWP_wf2jNcrH9L3HLvI9RmKmGe69hjYECl3OdFn3tKSuhxruBhVGeM63QvIXiPIKywZtmBn7vO08SU2FygvN4WO2IZOHwG09S80bk-BZ1S6HV8JdwHiLGz7QekXEjX6rAZQQfI8eB83ejiZ7/s4032/Mar_2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlPM4F_XMANLWwCfjBR_HmuPFyPAXUvfuziUQEEvmADWP_wf2jNcrH9L3HLvI9RmKmGe69hjYECl3OdFn3tKSuhxruBhVGeM63QvIXiPIKywZtmBn7vO08SU2FygvN4WO2IZOHwG09S80bk-BZ1S6HV8JdwHiLGz7QekXEjX6rAZQQfI8eB83ejiZ7/s320/Mar_2.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mar 2023<br />"Singing" on her perch in the sun room.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDjK6Z2u9sHxM8hNfewzHBj0bmkiOBD-xyGk9E_hbaUVftkFEBg725ksw4yXr-lR_fbK6vdgi_CrDVvQGXEtHVYL1HtKU5sROGwGMAa7HvzZfhldSq8IAtaOZE6adKqDrmYUgMP3214wWu_Iq1PPco4vlYQ2Vi79VOb6MaguOqoSipnZslXZykUdfM/s1000/Apr.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDjK6Z2u9sHxM8hNfewzHBj0bmkiOBD-xyGk9E_hbaUVftkFEBg725ksw4yXr-lR_fbK6vdgi_CrDVvQGXEtHVYL1HtKU5sROGwGMAa7HvzZfhldSq8IAtaOZE6adKqDrmYUgMP3214wWu_Iq1PPco4vlYQ2Vi79VOb6MaguOqoSipnZslXZykUdfM/s320/Apr.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Apr 2023<br />Hawk yoga (stretching ALL the way)<br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHRLy9NTXozh-U4lKEgTHeGeNOBbY9NtvRKcIGqudwyzQfY6wYfwIPeZ7JHCVm80-nVKylZvnWpSrQv4rZ21IQtAFhnOPRdscI4Auo4PG9HukoHaRv7lwbAUswr8wGbkF2YkjBhP4225H5LRr5gujLD4tKcUtBPMD2HVraf5iRvULsxMGW1hW_MBD3/s5819/IMG_2810.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3879" data-original-width="5819" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHRLy9NTXozh-U4lKEgTHeGeNOBbY9NtvRKcIGqudwyzQfY6wYfwIPeZ7JHCVm80-nVKylZvnWpSrQv4rZ21IQtAFhnOPRdscI4Auo4PG9HukoHaRv7lwbAUswr8wGbkF2YkjBhP4225H5LRr5gujLD4tKcUtBPMD2HVraf5iRvULsxMGW1hW_MBD3/s320/IMG_2810.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What will the next year bring?<br />Photo: Jon K.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: right;"></div></div>We have enjoyed this first year of her life and hope she is content with us as well. She seems to be, in that each time we set her free, she comes back to us - so far even when we don't have a tidbit on our glove. We look forward to every day with her. <i>She</i> looks forward to every meal.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGwuTrFJMqxijQaP7F__l-X0w6jf27qyWqC8vF3LxAx-Y_HIBS9GO3PYdrjwWRepv_p8ugP0dj1cMlxtbyL2O2QVhpoVyYp_loIlVBIEsBZYt4Xxl5mra1DsZV8HeQo5Q9IfWu0Zgg5OXs4IvyvP4EhtQ3mTDRdVg9MWIeKQdemA3CP17DbeR2iSeP/s4032/PXL_20230422_072716101.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGwuTrFJMqxijQaP7F__l-X0w6jf27qyWqC8vF3LxAx-Y_HIBS9GO3PYdrjwWRepv_p8ugP0dj1cMlxtbyL2O2QVhpoVyYp_loIlVBIEsBZYt4Xxl5mra1DsZV8HeQo5Q9IfWu0Zgg5OXs4IvyvP4EhtQ3mTDRdVg9MWIeKQdemA3CP17DbeR2iSeP/s320/PXL_20230422_072716101.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">22 April, 2023<br />Today's your day, Girlfriend!<br />Hatchday menu: <i>Wachtel</i> (quail)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div>Until next time...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"><i>Falknersheil!!</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-74286910696712055622023-04-18T20:35:00.000+02:002023-04-18T20:35:10.482+02:00Hawk Molting Diaries 1<p>As I explained in my last post, crow-hawking season ended in mid-February. We have to wait until August 1st for crow and magpie season to open again, and Kaya gets to molt in peace and have her meals served to her instead of having to catch them herself.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQbE4oOAsSY6OeEhCzf9-3PDb05FACRnUObomwAmpF43S0wyT83ZbJItjXDfaIvZbBwuUeI2yUb4xUPDVDsPzuZbu0kvGtyZ_dJWLEQ6mpyHqDAWWKIgaQrTn7Y9EFbak33OQcGQwYTFK5tM6s4wFvhyks8-NWIqc_8-ls7DR_8RqGzEJhl8Q6lEk/s1000/IMG_5496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQbE4oOAsSY6OeEhCzf9-3PDb05FACRnUObomwAmpF43S0wyT83ZbJItjXDfaIvZbBwuUeI2yUb4xUPDVDsPzuZbu0kvGtyZ_dJWLEQ6mpyHqDAWWKIgaQrTn7Y9EFbak33OQcGQwYTFK5tM6s4wFvhyks8-NWIqc_8-ls7DR_8RqGzEJhl8Q6lEk/s320/IMG_5496.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>But just like an athlete on break doesn't just suddenly quit exercising, we eased her into her life of leisure. We still took her out for training, which is flying between M and me for tidbits, sometimes landing in a tree between us before continuing on. Our cue for her to find a tree branch is when we leave our gloved arm at our side rather than holding it up with a treat. Sometimes she skips the tree hoping we'll change our mind, and when we don't she lands on the ground nearby. When we hold the glove up she flies to it, often first running on foot toward us. That is completely adorable, but we haven't caught it on camera yet.</p><p>After training she gets the rest of her meal in her mew. We always work it out that this food "magically appears" before she gets brought into the mew, though she has clearly learned what to expect. The important thing is that she doesn't see us provide the food, since we are trying to get her to stop squawking. One of the ways to encourage her to quit that is to make sure she doesn't see us as food providers. So while one of us distracts her with a short walk or just leaves her in her travel box, the other puts the food on her <i>Futterbrett</i> (feeding platform). Then one of us brings her into her mew and sets her free, she sees the food on the platform and attacks it, mantles over it while giving us the side-eye, and tucks in as soon as we back away. This is supposed to give her the impression that she "caught" her lunch. Whether she's fooled or not, you'll have to ask her.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBiydPCopR6myMlanE50gEkkUk-sYawRnNo4jzjsLialM1mqm0YWDyJROlORfZ_a5J8wvIdRJD2oXJ34YKRXRQ9fGAt9Atl2C3BPvi0T25GcMBTXJPydn6nfLVCoyFxtmAU0jUtE62LriOv5dZ7j5tfCvh5vyUEd4yFvcfRHtScFC_R2TtW0es7SlC/s3510/PXL_20230314_112746949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3510" data-original-width="2590" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBiydPCopR6myMlanE50gEkkUk-sYawRnNo4jzjsLialM1mqm0YWDyJROlORfZ_a5J8wvIdRJD2oXJ34YKRXRQ9fGAt9Atl2C3BPvi0T25GcMBTXJPydn6nfLVCoyFxtmAU0jUtE62LriOv5dZ7j5tfCvh5vyUEd4yFvcfRHtScFC_R2TtW0es7SlC/s320/PXL_20230314_112746949.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><p>The day she lost her first primary feather, I felt like a proud mom whose child just lost her first tooth! Although there's no feather fairy, she did get an extra thawed mouse that day. The feather was one of those that had broken, was repaired, and then the tip broke off as well near the end of the hawking season, so it didn't make for the best photo. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgRrmiK3gUDY9jlcAu1cLUQEnLwVkpJssmX9AAkKKlW0iE8EQNSQAh2Ak1J6Q8yN4epQUx3xeeoCnbSZqSjAHZ00CQxm13z5utKJnpJhF_cTjd9-XXNJu6xkL0CMdDHapOcO60770w8_Al5MTAnE89-H2kwiF5cZC089aYWImP3wE7BBBTmvWbITay/s4032/PXL_20230415_093427964.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgRrmiK3gUDY9jlcAu1cLUQEnLwVkpJssmX9AAkKKlW0iE8EQNSQAh2Ak1J6Q8yN4epQUx3xeeoCnbSZqSjAHZ00CQxm13z5utKJnpJhF_cTjd9-XXNJu6xkL0CMdDHapOcO60770w8_Al5MTAnE89-H2kwiF5cZC089aYWImP3wE7BBBTmvWbITay/s320/PXL_20230415_093427964.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is her 2nd molted tail feather,<br />also a repaired<span style="color: #741b47;">*</span> one!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><span style="color: #741b47;">*Repairing a broken feather is called <i>schiften</i> in German and "imping" in English. In the above photo you can see where it was repaired because just at the moment when we slid the new part into the still-attached bit, she flopped, creating that gap. The black thing attached to the base of the feather is the mount for her telemetry sender, which she wears when she flies free.</span></p><p>Since then she's lost two more tail feathers and seven wing feathers, plus hundreds of little ones, most of which I'm saving because...well, I don't know! The tail and wing feathers get saved in case we need to repair any broken feathers during the next hawking season, but there's not much reason to save the little ones other than because they're pretty.</p><p>The feathers on her back that are growing back are darker than her baby brown. That's easier to see in person than with a photo, although the one below does show it - the darkest feathers are the new ones. This is indeed her back; her head is turned around because she's looking at a pigeon that flew past behind us.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOPdXEjgOzdKl-VTv3Hwon9fSsaM-yJ5p31tf9N62eH1l7DZzGI5TCxQj0kJ6D10zylDuWc-APgmtkYdNmv653v7DYThBamyQDBjA6FZ2QQcp2L7pJXS9BKwuDTot53eOVknwbIEspghu5yCXaYKsD_LzJq0_Chrmg6cyvO1xenpsFSUHYiIkg85s/s4032/PXL_20230408_162747146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOPdXEjgOzdKl-VTv3Hwon9fSsaM-yJ5p31tf9N62eH1l7DZzGI5TCxQj0kJ6D10zylDuWc-APgmtkYdNmv653v7DYThBamyQDBjA6FZ2QQcp2L7pJXS9BKwuDTot53eOVknwbIEspghu5yCXaYKsD_LzJq0_Chrmg6cyvO1xenpsFSUHYiIkg85s/s320/PXL_20230408_162747146.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Molting is hard work hormonally, and it must also be very itchy. She spends a lot of time preening and scratching, especially when she's on her perch in our sun room and knows she doesn't have to keep an eye out for marauders like foxes, martens, and neighborhood cats. The fact that it's hard work is one reason why she gets ALL the food now - as much as she wants. There have even been days when she jumped onto her meal and just sort of sat there before tucking in because she wasn't all that hungry, whereas she never hesitated for an instant during hunting season.</p><p>She is showing a whole new side of her personality since starting the molt in earnest, and that is the stuff of future blog posts.</p><p><br /></p><p>Until next time...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><i>Falknersheil!!</i></span></p>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-66408916657022098892023-02-16T19:01:00.000+01:002023-02-16T19:01:23.125+01:00Crow Hawking Diaries: Season RecapThe 2022-2023 <i>Beizjagdsaison</i> (hawking season) came to an end yesterday, on February 15th. This was Kaya's first season and our first season with Kaya. She is 10 months old now and scored 22 crows for the season. We are proud of her!<div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGeSu6xJRq_MvFrUVj22fzJRptUIU5aklqr2TDa0ARkgv-T-wTa9XcllrkEloRyDGSJi4xIIFIBrvyd18KONOV2qXBhdqiA8aUguHC56eHWgO6_zf3IBRM7mdscCi7QYJnqsFl3DfU5Yv6ckv7GmPdbmhnMpNHelQ0JEorJZC276tOP-IkouLZOX7B/s3264/PXL_20230129_151047520.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGeSu6xJRq_MvFrUVj22fzJRptUIU5aklqr2TDa0ARkgv-T-wTa9XcllrkEloRyDGSJi4xIIFIBrvyd18KONOV2qXBhdqiA8aUguHC56eHWgO6_zf3IBRM7mdscCi7QYJnqsFl3DfU5Yv6ckv7GmPdbmhnMpNHelQ0JEorJZC276tOP-IkouLZOX7B/s320/PXL_20230129_151047520.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Singing her victory song on a snowy day <br />in the Black Forest after her 19th crow</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /><div>She went from being afraid of us, the first humans with whom she had real contact, to enjoying spending time with us, to developing and showing us her charming personality, to also becoming a skilled crow catcher.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, she's had ups and downs, so "skilled" is somewhat of an exaggeration for now. Sometimes she was just lucky. But she's got potential!</div><div><br /></div><div>Her score seen more clearly is</div><div><b>Kaya</b>: 21 successful days</div><div><b>Crows</b>: 32 successful days</div><div>Remaining crows in the 18 <i>Reviere</i> where we hunt: 1145? (feels like 10,000)</div><div><br /></div><div>That last number is a guess, but it is important to keep in mind that Kaya might get a crow one day, but there are usually 50-100 more circling in the sky above her who didn't get got. </div><div><br /></div><div>There were only a few days in which Kaya caught her crow on her first flight out. More often she'd had an average of 6 flights but no success. So while we went out hawking on 53 days, on each of those days anywhere from 2 to 8 crows escaped unscathed despite our efforts - meaning roughly 200 crows got away. And one goose.</div><div><br /></div><div>The season ended somewhat abruptly on Wednesday when our friend and driver misjudged where she should turn around on a farm path. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJccaqen3HYrokUb0mPg_MMfEk7T1fLzKABM82p0fTZ1Oe_ksepggszXMBEwYGvNy5LECQRrWsTC6CM08h6FWyIQYDp2kH5vPEIiJPPIz3sB3yrh005TbphNn-MPvMlO9Ccmh8G2A-v5k6Gob3Rrab-rAGjNUYzvE8NXNKaE2gkfito3N7woNSCaEE/s4032/PXL_20230215_130609185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJccaqen3HYrokUb0mPg_MMfEk7T1fLzKABM82p0fTZ1Oe_ksepggszXMBEwYGvNy5LECQRrWsTC6CM08h6FWyIQYDp2kH5vPEIiJPPIz3sB3yrh005TbphNn-MPvMlO9Ccmh8G2A-v5k6Gob3Rrab-rAGjNUYzvE8NXNKaE2gkfito3N7woNSCaEE/s320/PXL_20230215_130609185.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oops.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Br phoned the <i>Jagdpächterin</i> whose territory we were hunting in, sent our coordinates via WhatsApp, and she called back soon after to say a hunter friend of hers would be over within 15 minutes with a <i>Geländewagen</i> to pull us out. That saved us having to call ADAC (the German AAA), which would have taken a long time and cost too much. It might have been fun to see the tow truck guy's face when he arrived and saw our hawks, though.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxeW9GZI1VoMh3FVfjTHpqV8auS1xg2ArX2mutNLsgW5fMhFoNs9y5lANkN1Fed-FxPVrc5g1msN3UH1sVGd8FdQhSE3PXYMPBs3HZAXvZU5xHJu39IRcpEzYeYM0ektIonz2P-hyH0p9bQA6myXaz-4HbvM5q6KXel6BRY6JjL-k6l9qTwwiZgFwQ/s4032/PXL_20230215_132819561.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxeW9GZI1VoMh3FVfjTHpqV8auS1xg2ArX2mutNLsgW5fMhFoNs9y5lANkN1Fed-FxPVrc5g1msN3UH1sVGd8FdQhSE3PXYMPBs3HZAXvZU5xHJu39IRcpEzYeYM0ektIonz2P-hyH0p9bQA6myXaz-4HbvM5q6KXel6BRY6JjL-k6l9qTwwiZgFwQ/s320/PXL_20230215_132819561.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I gave Kaya a snack while we waited.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>The most important thing is that we gave her hunting opportunities as often as we could, and she came out of the season healthy and uninjured - hawking can be dangerous business! - despite <a href="https://bhejl.blogspot.com/2023/01/crow-hawking-diaries-fence.html" target="_blank">one close call with a fence</a> and that goose, or rather that goose's pals.</div><div><br /></div><div>Her tail in that photo above looks rather shabby, I know. We had to repair two feathers during the season, one broke again, and a third broke a short enough time ago that we decided she could make it to the end of the season. I'm told young birds aren't very careful with their tails while hunting, but she'll learn with time. For now, goodness gracious, bring on the <i>Mauser</i> (molt)!</div><div><br /></div><div>We'll still train her for a while until she doesn't feel like it anymore, and then she'll start her <i>Mauser</i>. She'll gradually get more food each day without having to work for it until we figure out what a day's serving size should be. Once a week she'll have a detox day of fasting. Sometime in March she'll start dropping feathers one at a time a few days apart and new ones will grow in their place. She should be ready to hunt again in August or September.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>So what about that goose? One time out we passed a group of <i>Nilgänse</i> (Egyptian geese) lying in a field. I know how <i>wehrhaft</i> (defensive) geese are, I've seen Hekate repeatedly show us that if we want a <i>Nilgans</i>, we're going to have to catch it ourselves, and I while I don't mind gutting a crow after a successful hunt, I'm not all that interested in geese. But I was encouraged to give her a try, so I sent her out. She definitely got the goose and clung onto it at first while its pals came to its defense, honking wildly and bashing with their wings. I ran toward the commotion, seeing nothing but wings everywhere, and yelled her name, not knowing what else to yell although I was trying to scare away the other geese, and by the time I got to her she'd given up and the gaggle was fleeing. Kaya was standing on the ground a few feet away, looking as if to say, "WTF?!?" Can't say I blame her, but she forgave me when I gave her a juicy tidbit.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir819_f32dzLmccHYUlQuadavdyh3ydXYxz_5mi8QH9cWqjnQ-Xdm9ejPYc6HSk_NeioivgRFawNbDx4ullsDrDm6FMmWvraDkkb7mpvnBw_1bebTh3vjCU2OwWbeiKRPfuhPaOZYIWDaH24_h4yXPge6lOM8romB_e9g35w8WykYN-_NkCFs3NgHW/s4032/PXL_20230103_094340552.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir819_f32dzLmccHYUlQuadavdyh3ydXYxz_5mi8QH9cWqjnQ-Xdm9ejPYc6HSk_NeioivgRFawNbDx4ullsDrDm6FMmWvraDkkb7mpvnBw_1bebTh3vjCU2OwWbeiKRPfuhPaOZYIWDaH24_h4yXPge6lOM8romB_e9g35w8WykYN-_NkCFs3NgHW/s320/PXL_20230103_094340552.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These are <i>Nilgänse.</i><br />They're an invasive species and don't belong here.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>On our last day of hawking, Kaya got two crows for the first time! Not <u>at</u> the same time, but Br and I were able to entice her off the first crow with a distraction wing (a wing from a previously killed crow) so she could continue hunting. I do feel like I witnessed the moment she realized that she was only picking at a wing when she had definitely caught an entire crow. She was sitting on my glove, paused with the wing, looked at me and furrowed her brow. Ok, not really, but that's what it seemed like. </div><div><br /></div><div>That's our goal for next season - to be able to get her away from one crow with a reward and then to go on and keep hunting - so I'm glad we ended on that note.</div><div><br /></div><div>We had a good season and are proud of her and how far she's come. And now she gets to relax and get fed without having to work for her supper, while I get to start on spring cleaning and putting this house back in order.</div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><i>Falknersheil!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggr_Ev3sRaEwy-bmV7a6yfQPNMyFxDuzQ2QdEjkWSqR7fIOir7K33_YtnFbi2e0g0ZIsrMqbTWmpwrvUDgAFbl0T9ueeni--KgwMQ6bjAyTGXwekdjF7IgTomAkZlwUK6-rN4LkZ4PLb2tnRkxfj1J55fyvcSJ5MlEpOZXP2P32n21mhlPl1j6Snm_/s3319/PXL_20230214_141024104.PORTRAIT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3319" data-original-width="2222" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggr_Ev3sRaEwy-bmV7a6yfQPNMyFxDuzQ2QdEjkWSqR7fIOir7K33_YtnFbi2e0g0ZIsrMqbTWmpwrvUDgAFbl0T9ueeni--KgwMQ6bjAyTGXwekdjF7IgTomAkZlwUK6-rN4LkZ4PLb2tnRkxfj1J55fyvcSJ5MlEpOZXP2P32n21mhlPl1j6Snm_/s320/PXL_20230214_141024104.PORTRAIT.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div><br /></div>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-75038202338213270142023-01-12T14:40:00.001+01:002023-01-12T14:40:11.103+01:00Crow Hawking Diaries: The 15th Crow<p>I‘ve been
spending all my time with Kaya and therefore neglecting my blog and my household duties! It’s
astonishing how much time one can devote to a raptor, though we spend
more time interacting with her than we’d need to.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">We’ve
recently hit another milestone. On <i><a href="https://bhejl.blogspot.com/2015/01/dreikonigstag-20cmb15.html" target="_blank">Dreikönigstag</a></i>, the last holiday of
the Christmas season, M and I went crow hawking with Kaya alone – that is,
without a more experienced falconer with us – and Kaya got her 15<sup>th</sup>
crow! The three of us have been out alone before, but we were never successful.
Returning home without quarry isn’t all that unusual and happens even when we
do go hawking with experienced falconers. The odds are in the crows’ favor most
of the time.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">This <i>Revier</i>
is about a 20-minute drive from home and where we have been invited to hunt
deer and wild boar as well. We have sat frequently in <i>Hochsitze</i> and have
had sightings of deer, but we have as yet had no good chance to shoot and
therefore no hunting success. The <i>Jagdpächter</i> (hunter-tenants) allow us
to go crow hawking there as well.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">There is a <i>Biogasanlage</i> and farm in the <i>Revier</i> and we have often seen a murder of crows hanging
around near there. I’ve missed several great opportunities by not being ready,
so the other day I was prepared before I was sure there were crows on that
field. On the far side of the building we all saw four or five crows on the
field at a perfect distance for Kaya, and all but one took off too soon. I
launched Kaya because the last one stayed on the ground nonplussed by her
fleeing friends, Kaya flew up above and came crashing down on the confused crow
and held on while they both screamed at each other. I ran over to them, “took
care of” the crow*, praised Kaya for her good work, secured her to my glove and
M snapped a quick photo.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WqK_Am-oo93z0vOLz7Zu9-UxF5ut3x5h2x-yOdYVHrOsMQH1TErtJFc8PKXTJvToUwW2pX5ctfKcs2PVBuDEWCahju-A5HFIAq-1P6FOq_roLo1tLknJRp6GtkfuWq_4Sy6IPz-6xCH6D2_K3Xvva8RBSvB1ohwQwggN1xuTB-iBspGPPQ68j-vO/s1000/Crow_15_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WqK_Am-oo93z0vOLz7Zu9-UxF5ut3x5h2x-yOdYVHrOsMQH1TErtJFc8PKXTJvToUwW2pX5ctfKcs2PVBuDEWCahju-A5HFIAq-1P6FOq_roLo1tLknJRp6GtkfuWq_4Sy6IPz-6xCH6D2_K3Xvva8RBSvB1ohwQwggN1xuTB-iBspGPPQ68j-vO/s320/Crow_15_b.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kaya's manteling over her prize to <br />prevent me from stealing some noms for myself.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>*Kaya is a <i>Grifftöter</i>
(a raptor who kills mainly with her claws). In the wild, a <i>Grifftöter </i>will
grab the prey, hang on, start to pluck and eat while the prey dies rather
slowly. Nature is harsh. We falconers get to our bird as quickly as possible and
end the prey’s life quickly and more humanely than the hawk would.<p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Our next
step is to entice Kaya off the deceased crow using smaller bits of meat she
likes – that day I’d thawed a <i>Wachtel</i> (quail) and portioned it to be ready. She was quite
happy with the quail but had a <i>Beutekrampf</i> (the talons of one foot were
cramp-locked on the crow) and even though she wasn’t interested in it anymore,
she couldn’t release her grip. We tried everything we could think of and had
seen others do, but in the end we just had to wait it out while she munched on
the quail still attached firmly to the crow. 15 minutes after she’d caught the crow,
she finally released it when going after the last tidbits we had left.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">We were a
happy trio in the end, because M and I felt we’d finally accomplished this on
our own, and Kaya was stuffed with quail. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">By now Kaya is up to 16 crows, which is quite good for a young bird only 8 1/2 months old! But lately it's so windy with strong gusts that we're forced to take some days off. Crow season ends on February 15th, so hopefully the weather will cooperate again soon.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Here’s to
more hawking adventures!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-43690086441072312382023-01-07T17:45:00.001+01:002023-01-09T13:15:45.299+01:00Crow Hawking Diaries: The Fence<p>On our
first crow hawking trip of the year Kaya and I faced something we don’t ever
want to have happen again! Anyone who goes hunting or indeed, simply has an
animal – working or not – knows accidents and injuries are always a possibility.
But when the reality hits nothing can prepare you for it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVC6uiXNWplQbz3Ab9QOsubmlFflsOlVO6-jowjgVs1Vd38HsJ9LszNFQUgf0LxoAau0WR4smU0hX7QEkig93h9XJd48AU1c0v-T6hFojkDuawbBORZfgcmm_y7R6kuhqjEaM1dyU_BdsUIPxu4EIsTkiUviqWvc6Kq-bfBBHoeg868LaHHwcUziEP/s4032/PXL_20230103_105902929.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVC6uiXNWplQbz3Ab9QOsubmlFflsOlVO6-jowjgVs1Vd38HsJ9LszNFQUgf0LxoAau0WR4smU0hX7QEkig93h9XJd48AU1c0v-T6hFojkDuawbBORZfgcmm_y7R6kuhqjEaM1dyU_BdsUIPxu4EIsTkiUviqWvc6Kq-bfBBHoeg868LaHHwcUziEP/s320/PXL_20230103_105902929.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>We were out
with my mentor (B) and her Harris hawk, Hekate, in a new <i>Revier</i>. At one
point I launched Kaya at some crows that were sitting well on a field about 20
meters from the road. The crows scurried off and Kaya gave chase even though
once the crows take to flight their odds of escaping are better than Kaya’s odds of catching one. As I was getting a tidbit out to call her back, B shouted, “She’s
caught in the fence! Run to her!” I took off across the muddy field as fast as
I could, running the 60 meters or so to where Kaya was screaming. She looked at
me and I swear somehow knew I was going to help her. She didn’t panic <u>more</u>,
at any rate, and thank goodness. She was indeed stuck in the fence somehow, and
I couldn’t tell right away how or if the fence were barbed wire (it was not). I
could see that her head was stuck. I threw off my leather falconer’s glove,
talked calmly to her, and felt for where the fence wire was that must be
trapping her. It seemed her neck was stuck between the straight top wire and the
chain link below it, so I held the top wire and pulled gently on the mesh. That
allowed her to get her head out, and she reached out immediately for me,
grabbing my ungloved left arm tightly in her talons.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I lowered
her to the ground and kept talking gently to her, stroking her and looking and feeling for blood or signs of any wounds. I saw and felt no signs of either, but she was
still hanging onto my arm and screaming. Sharp as her talons are, I didn’t mind.
B had reached us by then, and eventually Kaya calmed down enough to let go of
my arm. I put my glove back on, got her up, and we trudged back across the
field to our car. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Kaya seemed
ok, but before we headed off again we flew her between us twice to see if she
were willing and if anything looked askew. She flew as usual, and we determined
everything was fine.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Neither of
us had seen that fence in the distance, but even if we had known it was there,
I would have set her at those crows. The fence was at least 60 meters away,
and usually Kaya breaks off her chase before then. There are all kinds of
potential dangers Kaya could face: a car or truck when we’re close to a road, a
<i>Habicht </i>(goshawk) when we’re close to a forest, dogs - especially the
unleashed ones, and manmade hazards like fences, wires, electrical lines and so
on. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">It is our
job as falconers to look out for these and other dangers and not let our bird
go when it’s not safe. When Kaya takes off, she only sees her quarry, not
potential dangers. I was reminded that day of how fragile her life is and how
quickly things can turn south. We were lucky. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Hawking can be dangerous, but the
safe alternative – not hawking and staying where there are no dangers – would not be in
her best interest. She is a raptor and it is in her nature to hunt. If she
could choose, I don’t think she’d prefer to stay in her mews. That's safe, but pretty boring. Her body language while hawking tells me that she really wants
to do this. When she sees a crow, I can hardly hold her back to wait for the right moment. She wants to GO!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">But if she had
her druthers, I think she’d happily avoid fences in the future. And that would be fine with me, too!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></p>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-74119623509034892582022-12-10T21:00:00.001+01:002022-12-12T20:07:04.702+01:00Snowbird<p>One thing I've always loved about southwest Germany is that the winters are SO much milder than what one endures in Wisconsin. The temps aren't as low, the windchill not as threatening and the snowfall usually a joke compared to what one has in WI. We've gone entire winter seasons here only having to use our shovel a handful of times. Other times a broom is sufficient. Yes, we've had some significant snowstorms as well, but at least the streets get cleared well (so one doesn't have to drive on a sheet of ice for 2 months, unlike in WI) and the snow doesn't last long.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNiXXUS8GVVe7IZRdxl20fVrbOTHSh-0NCJPwLXFhiMqEtKo3VWS9hrJY01jZ9adkxHAWNpluxkMDmqQEEq_aI7H5nb-r19HMvhcsmnT9sLOElB7IEwnOyyeyO8DmTBJp99LhkLI7tSsEvscKRTOTceIm4ac1LYwfsfY9CWJ-S2emt7Scg5onmhSl9/s4032/PXL_20221210_134507931.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNiXXUS8GVVe7IZRdxl20fVrbOTHSh-0NCJPwLXFhiMqEtKo3VWS9hrJY01jZ9adkxHAWNpluxkMDmqQEEq_aI7H5nb-r19HMvhcsmnT9sLOElB7IEwnOyyeyO8DmTBJp99LhkLI7tSsEvscKRTOTceIm4ac1LYwfsfY9CWJ-S2emt7Scg5onmhSl9/s320/PXL_20221210_134507931.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My snowbird. Or maybe snowhawk?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>I didn't pay much attention to nighttime temps because I've been snug under my <i>Federbett</i> with the window tilted open all winter long.</p><br />Bring on December 2022, the first year we have our Harris hawk, who lives outside in her mew. FFS, I've not noticed temps this cold for this extended a period since I moved here! It's still nothing like Wisconsin - in fact I just converted the coldest upcoming temp and found it to be still double-digits-above-zero °Fahrenheit! But we can't bring her in because the temperature differential between inside and outside is now too great that it's not healthy for her to go in and out.<br /><br />Unfortunately no one can convince me that "she'll be fine." It's like when a mom puts another sweater on her kid because the mom is cold - except I can't put a sweater on her. I had a brief "Ah-hah!" moment the other night when I pondered on the fact that I was warm in bed because I was covered in...<b>feathers</b>. But then the next night I had to add a blanket on top of my <i>Federbett</i>.<div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-A1hT0uKr4_xyM_vZvadxj3QqoUQ5VWIO_CeSYXdJrJESRwYUm7Jg_Sm7wBOYw4JtkFL2mZfVBl_cMAR1VJodpzbDcc-31Ll6Rb3muniz8vEk-NYtXxxfLquF6Uk5dP9cx5G9zteRLyJ2WqNkp7f7dP2Iid77qqWvhrrAdO75nnun_lnNnU6aOGyl/s4032/PXL_20221209_143244914.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-A1hT0uKr4_xyM_vZvadxj3QqoUQ5VWIO_CeSYXdJrJESRwYUm7Jg_Sm7wBOYw4JtkFL2mZfVBl_cMAR1VJodpzbDcc-31Ll6Rb3muniz8vEk-NYtXxxfLquF6Uk5dP9cx5G9zteRLyJ2WqNkp7f7dP2Iid77qqWvhrrAdO75nnun_lnNnU6aOGyl/s320/PXL_20221209_143244914.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kayas first snow:<br />I feel like she's screaming, "WTF?!?!"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br />M put up another perch today in the inner mew, this one with a warming cord running along the wood, covered with something like Astroturf (perching on that is good for her feet, but she also has perches that are just branches because raptors need options). And he added a layer of insulation on top the inner mew that should keep it more comfortable in there, especially when it's windy. We didn't turn on the heat yet (we'll test it tomorrow) because we want to be present when it's warmed to make sure all is well, it works but is not too hot, etc. But Kaya did accept the new perch and went to sleep there for the night.<div><br /></div><div>I've read in two books about Harris hawks that the cold is not a problem for them as long as they are in a dry and draft-free mew. The ground of her mew is natural earth and grass, and the ground in Germany is never dry in winter. But her perches are high up off the ground. She does have protection from drafts, especially if she chooses to sleep in her inner mew.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>These books were written by <a href="https://www.amazon.de/-/en/Claas-Niehues/dp/3788820020/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3RJO4565DS808&keywords=claas+niehues&qid=1670871972&sprefix=claas+nie%2Caps%2C139&sr=8-1" target="_blank">experts on Harris hawks in Germany</a> and <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17665370-the-harris-s-hawk-revolution" target="_blank">in the U.S.</a> They have many, many years of experience and know what they're talking about. And still I worry about her out there in the cold because <b><i>I</i></b> would hate to have to sleep out there regardless of how many layers I might be wearing. Every morning when she starts squawking (sometime between 5:00 and 6:45) I jolt awake and my first thought is, "Oh thank God, she's ok!"</div><div><br /></div><div>I've spent some time thinking fondly back to August, when she was new here and I worried about her because it was so hot. I can't believe she's only been with us for four months!</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbemVJj6txSRWNtpQbMb1ZGkhX5zDDe3x887wTNfwFnZ5rxxuRplMPWkx7g8bX_gmQcavtCjiQUNhTnk8zXWCSALvvNJiaYqfDCVrlyabqk8LFDIaBNj2FnRxVBX622n2NxRdkzrBBKqPnCIrV0N6U_DlrbXLjQ-4tRJ-VZ2bqvRo68NJiTB9r4Dg5/s3264/PXL_20221210_131925945.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbemVJj6txSRWNtpQbMb1ZGkhX5zDDe3x887wTNfwFnZ5rxxuRplMPWkx7g8bX_gmQcavtCjiQUNhTnk8zXWCSALvvNJiaYqfDCVrlyabqk8LFDIaBNj2FnRxVBX622n2NxRdkzrBBKqPnCIrV0N6U_DlrbXLjQ-4tRJ-VZ2bqvRo68NJiTB9r4Dg5/s320/PXL_20221210_131925945.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my "I hate winter" face.<br />She's looking for crows.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>To date she has successfully bagged 10 crows and shows herself to be a willing and enthusiastic hunter. The ones she hasn't bagged were often because of a mistake I made, sometimes because she was too enthusiastic and flopping around and banging me in the face with her wings, thereby alerting the clever crows to the danger they were in, other times because the crows out-maneuvered her, and sometimes just dumb bad luck. We continue learning together and will keep trying until the end of the crow-hunting season in mid-February.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-61896131061869538882022-11-09T21:00:00.001+01:002022-11-09T21:49:46.302+01:00A Stolperstein for Hedwig<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFq3pVXO--ziMKTPx1GwvDGeGQ6E9sD9pbC5S4OunAi0QQqPfI1_xXhWiWn0NTLE9IJFbjuF8yOxfpih4hjTV8HNcWJJka_KVLZOOYArDj_uUkS6dbzWabF8sbjzcBKk9R9Z3HDmVfJpe-gKDggKPP5N_v443C8Ujc1ow-OOhuTaasIU1bm_QL4iG9/s1000/IMG_5125.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFq3pVXO--ziMKTPx1GwvDGeGQ6E9sD9pbC5S4OunAi0QQqPfI1_xXhWiWn0NTLE9IJFbjuF8yOxfpih4hjTV8HNcWJJka_KVLZOOYArDj_uUkS6dbzWabF8sbjzcBKk9R9Z3HDmVfJpe-gKDggKPP5N_v443C8Ujc1ow-OOhuTaasIU1bm_QL4iG9/s320/IMG_5125.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Recently I
learned that there would be a <i>Stolperstein</i> laid in a town not far from
us, and I knew I wanted to be there. And by being present I met some wonderful people.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I have told
many friends, family and students about the Stolpersteine project and the
people memorialized through it. <i>Stolpersteine</i> are always a part of the
tours I give in Esslingen, Tübingen, Ulm and Berlin.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">First let
me tell you a little about the project:<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBwyQgyKHrZf8Nr4lPDh8m_mSWeKgseqiNjB2YjXrwgpT7XDq6K6m6EsOUQoExcHTLZ8HWNTcLUwggJUQ_obuKCxj5Yc1R969IFuhpzMsxYXpcHDOfa8_6EjuN-8PYG3WY3RhEKQwwSKZhrP3DmN7IT_5d7RCgJwPAsjWJH1TmU9XSWh0jZuNp35kY/s4032/Stolpersteine_SWPresse.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBwyQgyKHrZf8Nr4lPDh8m_mSWeKgseqiNjB2YjXrwgpT7XDq6K6m6EsOUQoExcHTLZ8HWNTcLUwggJUQ_obuKCxj5Yc1R969IFuhpzMsxYXpcHDOfa8_6EjuN-8PYG3WY3RhEKQwwSKZhrP3DmN7IT_5d7RCgJwPAsjWJH1TmU9XSWh0jZuNp35kY/s320/Stolpersteine_SWPresse.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>The German artist
Gunter Demnig remembers the victims of the Nazis by installing
commemorative brass plaques in the pavement usually in front of their last
known address, sometimes their school. There are now about 100,000
<i>Stolpersteine</i> (as of 2022) in
over 1800 towns and cities in 28 countries. The project began in 1992, and
since 1996 the stones have been laid with official permission.<p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Michael
Friedrichs-Friedländer is the sculptor who creates each <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Stolperstein</i> by hand in his studio in Berlin-Pankow. Each letter
and each date is pressed into the plague individually. Mass or machine
production is out of the question.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Gunter
Demnig cites the Talmud saying that "a person is only forgotten when his
or her name is forgotten". The <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Stolpersteine</i>
in front of the buildings bring back to memory the people who once lived or studied there.
Each “stone” begins with HERE LIVED or HERE LEARNED… One “stone”. One name. One person.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Now to
Hedwig Levi. Her story is not mine to tell, but all the info I can find about
her online is in German and I’d like to tell a little about her in English. Her
story was told at the <a href="https://www.neckar-chronik.de/Nachrichten/Familientreffen-am-Stolperstein-in-Horb-Rexingen-565484.html" target="_blank">ceremony</a> while the current owner of the house and her son
placed her <i>Stolperstein.</i> Afterwards the organizers handed out pamphlets
(put together by the Jewish Community in Rexingen) in German and English to
those gathered. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><a href="https://www.ehemalige-synagoge-rexingen.de/images/downloads/gedenkblatt/l/levi_hedwig.pdf" target="_blank">Hedwig</a> was
born in Rexingen (the small town not far from us) on August 7, 1879. She
married Alfred Levi from Rexingen in 1909 and they lived in his parents’ house
in the town, in front of which the <i>Stolperstein</i> was laid on October 30,
2022. Their only child, Irene, was born in 1914. After Alfred died, Irene moved
in with her mother to help her for a few years. Irene became engaged to Helmut
Kahn, who emigrated to the U.S. in 1939. After <i><a href="https://www.ushmm.org/collections/bibliography/kristallnacht" target="_blank">Kristallnacht</a></i> in November
1938 Irene moved back in with her mother out of concern for her safety, and at
that time she was preparing for her emigration to the U.S. to join Helmut. From
there she tried to arrange her mother’s immigration but was unsuccessful,
something which plagued Irene the rest of her life.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Hedwig sold
her house in Spring of 1940 as her health was failing, but she was pleased to
learn of Irene and Helmut’s marriage later that year. Hedwig spent time in the
hospital in Horb in January 1941, but after returning home her health had not
improved. Three days after sending her last postcard to her niece in Brussels
and with no prospect for better health or escaping from Germany, Hedwig took
her own life. She is buried in the Jewish cemetery in Rexingen.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmuKmYYYYVJPKR6W9e9BRVPLBvxK9uYprGVb91sm7SYY51Y7NQS06OGbnTsnZrTD1V59DBktPPNFQGvpmuwCVnazVWmQWWO0K9ckJHSuI_z0mKhQD6oaqc8yp72yS-zbBjCqRZm2F29bn7Pn75SoLGDM2ffyl1XXTas6tQdw_F2FBaJUMuqZ5vCus5/s1000/IMG_5132.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmuKmYYYYVJPKR6W9e9BRVPLBvxK9uYprGVb91sm7SYY51Y7NQS06OGbnTsnZrTD1V59DBktPPNFQGvpmuwCVnazVWmQWWO0K9ckJHSuI_z0mKhQD6oaqc8yp72yS-zbBjCqRZm2F29bn7Pn75SoLGDM2ffyl1XXTas6tQdw_F2FBaJUMuqZ5vCus5/s320/IMG_5132.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the house in Rexingen</td></tr></tbody></table><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Hedwig’s
granddaughter, Hazel K., her two daughters, Alison and Jessica, and son-in-law Brent
had flown in from the U.S., and family members from the Kahn side, now living
in Switzerland, attended as well. Another honored guest was Ursula R., who
still lives just down the street from Hedwig’s house and was the only person
present who had known Hedwig. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvmZiFdozuEX7IJIrdIGmsnbl3BL_yLAookbev2-HWud2MuanuBypWQ1aEuX_H7VYFpZhDt5QhV4kjEBWjoGseMIL4obpQ9ruHIwXGPJXPF_my48iiUrjzhBOOevc8dj1VOS1mFkM5euEBiiKePuxu0AY_4uUj4kFOa0qjP_4XoUMhpfonJmreTP3/s1000/IMG_5178.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvmZiFdozuEX7IJIrdIGmsnbl3BL_yLAookbev2-HWud2MuanuBypWQ1aEuX_H7VYFpZhDt5QhV4kjEBWjoGseMIL4obpQ9ruHIwXGPJXPF_my48iiUrjzhBOOevc8dj1VOS1mFkM5euEBiiKePuxu0AY_4uUj4kFOa0qjP_4XoUMhpfonJmreTP3/s320/IMG_5178.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hazel's family with Simon and Davorka in the middle<br />and Ursula just behind in the chair</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">My intent
was to stay in the background, take in the experience and take some photos, but
I did introduce myself to Hazel and Jessica, thanked them for the touching
remarks they delivered to those gathered, and offered to help translate as the
Americans and the locals chatted with each other.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The current
owner of Hedwig’s house, Davorka P., moved to Germany from Croatia. When she
and her husband were contacted and asked if they would be open to a <i>Stolperstein</i>
for Hedwig being placed in front of their home, they not only welcomed it but
said they would do the cementing of the stone themselves. It was Davorka and
her son, Simon, who did this while the organizers spoke about Hedwig. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYECR1gR00XCawkOvmLL7GUUFOz9PBVWBjEx1sqG_OIe7kJCpqYptOCtX8G475dqk8RvDFDGzFlneYcbOzwXrWlmxNvBkGTsjMkfCXP1BRI6vnchD_eRfKkWVlVXALUgYg0enVUOAYqBa0hwFoIyZ8mcT_pJkuxCRYccw5m19w_WuhyC4MQxX5wDiT/s1000/IMG_5150.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYECR1gR00XCawkOvmLL7GUUFOz9PBVWBjEx1sqG_OIe7kJCpqYptOCtX8G475dqk8RvDFDGzFlneYcbOzwXrWlmxNvBkGTsjMkfCXP1BRI6vnchD_eRfKkWVlVXALUgYg0enVUOAYqBa0hwFoIyZ8mcT_pJkuxCRYccw5m19w_WuhyC4MQxX5wDiT/s320/IMG_5150.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I was able
to provide translation help as Davorka answered some questions about her and
her family’s story as well. After doing so, Hazel’s son-in-law invited me to
join their small gathering for lunch in Rexingen’s former Synagogue. I sat with
Hazel’s daughters and we had a lovely chat! Horb’s <i>Bürgermeister</i> was at the
table on one side of us and on the other was a man who said to me, “I think
we’ve met. Aren’t you the one with [tapping his arm] the bird?” LOL We had met
on the <i>Marktplatz </i>two days earlier when Kaya and I had gone for a walk in
town.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><a href="https://www.rabbibrentspodek.net/post/masters-of-the-house" target="_blank">Rabbi Brent</a>
and I spoke about why <i>Stolpersteine</i> are not welcomed in every community
and about the very different ways in which Germany and the U.S. face the demons
of their past. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I felt very
honored and grateful to be included in the lunch and pleased to make a
connection with this lovely family. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The artist Gunter
Demnig cites the Talmud as an inspiration for the <i>Stolperstein</i> project
he started, saying that "a person is only forgotten when his or her name
is forgotten". Now Hedwig Levi’s name and story will not be forgotten.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7jNcOvZqcG12kEhE7CMNEfzKQMMtD-x88sDMY-Lasy0gaoL--GSoujpbX9Hplp_VoO2ybgjTvVbY8_QbmNCtf9vxsFymg3YkMvqRQtv7VAyTM240fjvQvhfLo5iFVPpVutyQaKuqxbfProtw2UQryivVdZmOU_uAjWcrU-kc2vI3iIlrmvFjscypJ/s1000/IMG_5204.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7jNcOvZqcG12kEhE7CMNEfzKQMMtD-x88sDMY-Lasy0gaoL--GSoujpbX9Hplp_VoO2ybgjTvVbY8_QbmNCtf9vxsFymg3YkMvqRQtv7VAyTM240fjvQvhfLo5iFVPpVutyQaKuqxbfProtw2UQryivVdZmOU_uAjWcrU-kc2vI3iIlrmvFjscypJ/s320/IMG_5204.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></p>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-39860513467391876792022-10-25T16:51:00.002+02:002022-10-25T22:59:08.487+02:00Shop Local: Poultry Farm Shop<p>This blog post combines two of my favorite things: Falconry and shopping in local farm shops!</p><p>It's perhaps not a post for vegetarians, but Kaya is not one of those and neither are we.</p><p>Our mentor showed me this farm shop in Neustetten, a tiny town about 18 km / 20 minutes from home. The big grocery store is just four minutes away by car. Is the drive worth it, with gas prices so high? </p><p style="text-align: center;">ABSOLUTELY!! (especially with our electric car...)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzZdbGgQ9BYKNbS48qg3Tv1exPDGj6iwWcFQ3-qSeRotOKCNyCisH34_TQgGDnAeuZZJc6Si7zchGv_sUrJCHMordi-4F6OiddgAGgD49L4WK4IK9ZbqsaCa-EZwLQINnvAu5BA0xtjcp1TpHR2eT_rDgaT65aKiSFjQ5GiTQAONyfNj4QXg74vrNO/s4032/PXL_20221025_074910394.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzZdbGgQ9BYKNbS48qg3Tv1exPDGj6iwWcFQ3-qSeRotOKCNyCisH34_TQgGDnAeuZZJc6Si7zchGv_sUrJCHMordi-4F6OiddgAGgD49L4WK4IK9ZbqsaCa-EZwLQINnvAu5BA0xtjcp1TpHR2eT_rDgaT65aKiSFjQ5GiTQAONyfNj4QXg74vrNO/s320/PXL_20221025_074910394.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>This is the shop connected to a chicken farm, and our mentor told us they slaughter on Mondays, which means on Tuesdays they have fresh chicken and chicken parts for sale. So whenever we're running low on tidbits for Kaya's training, I make a drive here on Tuesday morning. I buy two packs of <i>Hühnermägen</i> (chicken stomachs) and today I also picked up <i>Hühnerherzen</i> (chicken hearts).</p><p>Gross, you think? I beg your pardon! This is Swabia, where generations ago many people were poor. Nothing - or very little - from the animal, be it cow, pig or chicken, was wasted, and <i>Innereien</i> (offal, giblets) were turned into delicacies that are still enjoyed today. Ok, not by me, but when I told my <i>Schwiegermutter</i> what I'd bought this morning, she did not know if it was for Kaya or for us. A family friend has cooked <i>Hühnermägen</i> and according to her, M liked them when he was younger!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUbWCpLNX8ozhihOICFexBMHI1_oKeNlQ4ryZLdaSiJciW_FUt-Y5NHVO-3kiOVOFsYvTy9cJUXiUNn73e-nZPuE1jR1fEfe8hOI3qjwvmj38O-l1usVJz3rsxb5Iw8NhoVlus_wnAML3VVBC_am3_84xhbLlrP0UC4Oiz8Hp4aLOxj4dTnMkJ92nq/s4032/PXL_20221025_074630427.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUbWCpLNX8ozhihOICFexBMHI1_oKeNlQ4ryZLdaSiJciW_FUt-Y5NHVO-3kiOVOFsYvTy9cJUXiUNn73e-nZPuE1jR1fEfe8hOI3qjwvmj38O-l1usVJz3rsxb5Iw8NhoVlus_wnAML3VVBC_am3_84xhbLlrP0UC4Oiz8Hp4aLOxj4dTnMkJ92nq/s320/PXL_20221025_074630427.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><p>In fact I plan to get there within an hour of the shop opening, because I want to make sure they're not sold out of the giblets. Because the demand is perhaps not SO high, these bits are also not expensive. From one package I can get portions for 12 training sessions, and it only costs €2,50.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio36AHvUnM-pAfjyQLa8bJMRoc89aQX6VYOqrZNafb-5SMstvk6Z06wlMynA8BjWg8SYfha6i3Gmk5pkBCttpAKAz4vmji_WDnvhpoJNlJ0gY_l9DMrCzx8H9mCgVtInHF_KNZydo7rCcSCdNrx2ifPPHKbZ5WSy-diqINm_fzge8zv_-dBN5oljKM/s4032/PXL_20221025_111405192.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio36AHvUnM-pAfjyQLa8bJMRoc89aQX6VYOqrZNafb-5SMstvk6Z06wlMynA8BjWg8SYfha6i3Gmk5pkBCttpAKAz4vmji_WDnvhpoJNlJ0gY_l9DMrCzx8H9mCgVtInHF_KNZydo7rCcSCdNrx2ifPPHKbZ5WSy-diqINm_fzge8zv_-dBN5oljKM/s320/PXL_20221025_111405192.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Hühnermägen</i> rinsed and ready to be cut up for tidbits.<br />It's just meat, really.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>This shop is not just about chickens. They sell fruits, vegetables, spices, fresh herbs, plants, flour, oil, canned and jarred goods, nuts, noodles, and today I saw traditional German Christmas treats like <i>Zimtsterne</i>, <i>Lebkuchen</i> and <i>Schoko-Vanillekipferl</i>. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi77LopLmhVOMm7kQ6HSr4oa3ECx_NIYbGZc1J2t2ZsoHAsA3ID7UkzlWm3W-j7_9MlK8STOgBAiZ1zyKcDXeMLOHLep9_6dDgsUFcgnXmoXMOOe9fh1UkXClEFA_dCbIv_JB-b5KeR85jNajh_YZPA7ngi-QO6A3k43kHTCcGr6cwzwBFhij8AAEtf/s4032/PXL_20221025_074117974.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi77LopLmhVOMm7kQ6HSr4oa3ECx_NIYbGZc1J2t2ZsoHAsA3ID7UkzlWm3W-j7_9MlK8STOgBAiZ1zyKcDXeMLOHLep9_6dDgsUFcgnXmoXMOOe9fh1UkXClEFA_dCbIv_JB-b5KeR85jNajh_YZPA7ngi-QO6A3k43kHTCcGr6cwzwBFhij8AAEtf/s320/PXL_20221025_074117974.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHHHSETHZDhsBCnhR5tj_IVo2tJl9tt122qp0njDD5fVvJF1q0YrzTiauwPQ4rraMW4jLSn2hSKmJEnFDCxx5Klr4nmnW6wZY8vnsfb3W79pxfa7ObEvjFfUu4thN1jBp7WmakzAuOzr-tRyuVn17Am9V0wx0e57ggiLIR9Zj7TXT8FgHMrhp520nn/s4032/PXL_20221025_074130416.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHHHSETHZDhsBCnhR5tj_IVo2tJl9tt122qp0njDD5fVvJF1q0YrzTiauwPQ4rraMW4jLSn2hSKmJEnFDCxx5Klr4nmnW6wZY8vnsfb3W79pxfa7ObEvjFfUu4thN1jBp7WmakzAuOzr-tRyuVn17Am9V0wx0e57ggiLIR9Zj7TXT8FgHMrhp520nn/s320/PXL_20221025_074130416.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Later I spent half an hour cutting one package of <i>Hühnermägen</i> into tidbit pieces for training, and when we trained Kaya this afternoon she had fresh (not frozen-thawed) tidbits, which she must have enjoyed even more than usual.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOHkDvbzHsQAbvzyTOzOzPMKoqRlxj4JukVda4Y2qmr96FGf_oGhSQy8pXgdIoGCwjwyUyOPT_A3jsKvQ4zeWuvZQbz1yebvonNwTDoNSByuQt7WF-g1P9DlxQ7i8fzuh-9-NaLKh-dCS3HJn87BW2m9OYiJzr7dmAteGSeoDG1k2wKgGbVIo3CNku/s4032/PXL_20221025_130338623.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOHkDvbzHsQAbvzyTOzOzPMKoqRlxj4JukVda4Y2qmr96FGf_oGhSQy8pXgdIoGCwjwyUyOPT_A3jsKvQ4zeWuvZQbz1yebvonNwTDoNSByuQt7WF-g1P9DlxQ7i8fzuh-9-NaLKh-dCS3HJn87BW2m9OYiJzr7dmAteGSeoDG1k2wKgGbVIo3CNku/s320/PXL_20221025_130338623.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the end of training; she's still manteling<br />to let M know she'd happily take some more.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>These local farm shops are one of the many reasons I love living where we do - basically out in the countryside. We will keep doing what we can to support these shops even though they're not as convenient as the big stores where all the goods arrive on delivery trucks from who-knows-where.</p><p>I bought more today than what Kaya needs, of course. I brought home some <i>Hähnchenkeulen</i> (drumsticks) to make Jamie Oliver's Hit-and-Run-Chicken, along with all the vegetables that go in it. Bananas, raspberries, and shelled walnuts topped off the items I snatched up. </p><p>Their special for this week reflects another southern German tradition:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhpraiICpDT4dzW8FK9LivF6OB3gb3yP4SP0xVoDhITQssek79FqXtGU_ODKvSnKynuIT9iptaNmTAZOZH2lal0WaMG5mdvSyDE_lQpL6SugPf9cCG8hmHpglEA5USLsG3133kfL6Ro1PsxBbD_bDrdCcuxEcp6RZoyc6BQIwnRzihNY4RJP4I2xo/s4032/PXL_20221025_074801173.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhpraiICpDT4dzW8FK9LivF6OB3gb3yP4SP0xVoDhITQssek79FqXtGU_ODKvSnKynuIT9iptaNmTAZOZH2lal0WaMG5mdvSyDE_lQpL6SugPf9cCG8hmHpglEA5USLsG3133kfL6Ro1PsxBbD_bDrdCcuxEcp6RZoyc6BQIwnRzihNY4RJP4I2xo/s320/PXL_20221025_074801173.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>November 1st is <i><a href="https://bhejl.blogspot.com/2013/10/allerheiligen-all-saints-day.html" target="_blank">Allerheiligen</a></i> (All Saints' Day) and November 2nd is All Souls' Day. <i>Allerheiligen</i> is a stiller Feiertag here in the south, which means stores, schools and businesses are closed and people visit their relatives' graves, decorate them for the season, and light candles. The shop is offering <i>Grabschmuck</i>, or decorations and flowers most fitting for the pre-winter planting.</p><p>On the way home I stopped at another favorite family-owned shop - the <a href="https://www.baeckerei-plaz.de/" target="_blank">bakery</a> in our neighboring town. Fresh bread, rolls, croissants, and a sweet treat. Those were all for us humans, though. Kaya is all about the meat.</p><p><br /></p><p>I wish you a happy end of October!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-48120792437055264242022-10-21T17:04:00.002+02:002022-10-21T17:05:33.432+02:00An Unexpected Bath<p>Today, after a <i>Corona-Zwangspause</i> (forced break due to my Corona infection) we finally went out crow hawking again. The drive to the meeting point, where I met Br and a new <i>Jungfalknerin</i> took 90 minutes, and both birds were finished within an hour! It was a successful morning, and after a such a long break I was relieved and proud of Kaya for getting her crow.</p><p>When out hawking you never know what you'll experience, and almost every time I come home with a tale to tell M (who has mercifully been spared Corona, despite my infection including symptoms and the two of us not really isolating from each other as we should have).</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxML6HktQOfqXyutygkVZ-N4zmkTnrfwCWtGCJ9mrvgAaMyp4nam8KuXkwRrckzIUYbcI7eYxGNKhgYevGMvoIwA5qsRraet76iqiEsNXexna8jHGoLtbLR0dL5N65A32AxwLIN5Qhfb6lj-BoL50F4AXNVdcbEfn-O3vWWWTRfzD79ta1EuJ3gJbN/s4032/PXL_20221017_105905286.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxML6HktQOfqXyutygkVZ-N4zmkTnrfwCWtGCJ9mrvgAaMyp4nam8KuXkwRrckzIUYbcI7eYxGNKhgYevGMvoIwA5qsRraet76iqiEsNXexna8jHGoLtbLR0dL5N65A32AxwLIN5Qhfb6lj-BoL50F4AXNVdcbEfn-O3vWWWTRfzD79ta1EuJ3gJbN/s320/PXL_20221017_105905286.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kaya just after our <i>Zwangspause</i>, looking wistfully at crows<br />and wondering if we're ever going hunting again.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>I'd arrived at our meeting point about 8 minutes late, and in the mean time Br and JF (<i>Jungfalknerin</i>) decided to take a round with Hekate and see what they could find. I got Kaya out of her travel box, attached her telemetry sender, showed her that it was raining, and put her back into her dry box to wait. About 20 minutes later I saw Br's car approaching the parking lot, disappear around the curve, and that was it. 5-6 minutes went by and they didn't appear. I'd seen another truck over there and thought maybe they'd run into trouble, when suddenly my phone rang. It was Br. Fifty meters from where I was waiting, Hekate had her prey!</p><p>Right, so she was done for the day because it was a special kill. And a muddy one!</p><p>So Hekate got a treat in her travel box and got to nibble while the three of us took Kaya out. </p><p>We drove about and got a good look at the usual spots, spotted a murder of crows (did you know a group of crows is called "a murder"?) on a field in a good position, turned the corner, Kaya kept her cool, I launched her at just the right time, and BAMM! She had her crow, too! That was less than 30 minutes after we'd started.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Vo9j6JNK-bYYjzJDwobGVA25eGRxv0K1DxQGuWU2CWd6vjszx0w4Jn9UDncbZpVTO6leSnncTl75jriUR7dvbDZlURC2lIASysWk8OAAEFp3ZEAg4Zyd7Q_w7X0MgJYvm08XH2IQDh-Fu0wz-oRdAkJ7_3BivLonmwvxXfG2fMW26aNnxghuCZq6/s4032/PXL_20221021_070937291.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Vo9j6JNK-bYYjzJDwobGVA25eGRxv0K1DxQGuWU2CWd6vjszx0w4Jn9UDncbZpVTO6leSnncTl75jriUR7dvbDZlURC2lIASysWk8OAAEFp3ZEAg4Zyd7Q_w7X0MgJYvm08XH2IQDh-Fu0wz-oRdAkJ7_3BivLonmwvxXfG2fMW26aNnxghuCZq6/s320/PXL_20221021_070937291.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well done, Lass!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonqULMDA2HnZPIzIBsGx9cb5zFUO2Ryfiu-4rcyfpH00Y_BOt5SlKjU_DfZVXdGmgN0oPR4l7XjlrcklC0LYy4SlaaacFGiIS8u4tB21xfAY0nMqqZZYVUtrks1ZJN69LIs9GDuED8xSSkiv2ieaqXJVAuTIVXjdQMcK_xYQoHjphgJJ9Ys1Gcv2W/s591/Crow_6_1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="591" data-original-width="443" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonqULMDA2HnZPIzIBsGx9cb5zFUO2Ryfiu-4rcyfpH00Y_BOt5SlKjU_DfZVXdGmgN0oPR4l7XjlrcklC0LYy4SlaaacFGiIS8u4tB21xfAY0nMqqZZYVUtrks1ZJN69LIs9GDuED8xSSkiv2ieaqXJVAuTIVXjdQMcK_xYQoHjphgJJ9Ys1Gcv2W/s320/Crow_6_1.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Check out my muddy boots!</td></tr></tbody></table><p>I had to pluck her and her prize out of that muddy field and bring her over to the less-muddy road where she could fill herself up while I scraped off my boots. Since she's still learning she gets to enjoy her kill before we pack her up again, which means she gets to eat until she can't anymore.</p><p>The three of us enjoyed her success on top of Hekate's, chatted about all kinds of things in the rain, and when Kaya showed signs of slowing, traded her crow for a yummy thawed chick - which wasn't easy because her right claw was cramped into the crow. I put her soaking wet into the travel box with a drumstick and we returned to the parking lot.</p><p>The drive there (near Kehl in the Rhein valley) was relaxed but crappy because it was pitch dark most of the way, rainy, foggy, serpentiny, and the headlights of on-coming cars are blinding in those conditions. The drive back was much nicer, though it still rained the whole way. I stopped at the top of the <i>Schwarzwald</i> to take a photo of the beautiful scenery.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3aQCfHubW3jLMo3jhIWj1A0sQLAABE6VAAFtpKmaFUDy3INaqJWeakBgWYyW1d8eF09uatmOjtKv4r-EG9_VQYqxzRxPnmY8uOEB15eGcGY8ZF1fIkAFpIEZWLk14oYos3flbKmRZRuKaU6TYcfjE4ktBMVzTcsKI7TxxLyUqdGGG4Su4Q_cWVNgq/s4032/PXL_20221021_084211026.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3aQCfHubW3jLMo3jhIWj1A0sQLAABE6VAAFtpKmaFUDy3INaqJWeakBgWYyW1d8eF09uatmOjtKv4r-EG9_VQYqxzRxPnmY8uOEB15eGcGY8ZF1fIkAFpIEZWLk14oYos3flbKmRZRuKaU6TYcfjE4ktBMVzTcsKI7TxxLyUqdGGG4Su4Q_cWVNgq/s320/PXL_20221021_084211026.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ha!</td></tr></tbody></table><p>The fall colors really were quite beautiful, but of course not where I could easily stop. Kaya wanted to get home anyway.</p><p>When we got home I put a wing from her crow into the mews on the perch we call "the balance beam" but put her inside on her perch in the sun room to wait for M to return for lunch and to hopefully dry off a bit.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCNuikQCWyjtdXq_uYM4qMfp-CiW2zC4P38RcgyFJdKuVzXBK3Rp2DgXdN4OcTJoem4DmLhqjU-0Lb1pMg4WHm3pBLdWnEr-RJS_qX-gb7G8ADhlhCjwaXOBU8bVMHJdNc44o8oFpkHkXP6Ob2Keo3nCaKGpW-dqPbwOToP2oko4LZ9miFUHWrrZcM/s4032/PXL_20221021_093902693.PORTRAIT.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCNuikQCWyjtdXq_uYM4qMfp-CiW2zC4P38RcgyFJdKuVzXBK3Rp2DgXdN4OcTJoem4DmLhqjU-0Lb1pMg4WHm3pBLdWnEr-RJS_qX-gb7G8ADhlhCjwaXOBU8bVMHJdNc44o8oFpkHkXP6Ob2Keo3nCaKGpW-dqPbwOToP2oko4LZ9miFUHWrrZcM/s320/PXL_20221021_093902693.PORTRAIT.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't know if she looks as wet as she is, <br />but she is WET!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxa00l3atbXwaw6yVfi8Owl5HBKgDgdA9V31zhyEh44Td9W8-vkaU75EH4o-MQcwEJfHdmatYAPRuOf5r0Y709dxVC9EucmBKTG3bro-QTCjIaLleV4hHh-oPTmFtAKGXJO_C3jJ5ioOjf91wSiKE866zbZXm-SDgHS_VONgGRALB_l5B6GVP2LuT2/s4032/PXL_20221021_093510032.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxa00l3atbXwaw6yVfi8Owl5HBKgDgdA9V31zhyEh44Td9W8-vkaU75EH4o-MQcwEJfHdmatYAPRuOf5r0Y709dxVC9EucmBKTG3bro-QTCjIaLleV4hHh-oPTmFtAKGXJO_C3jJ5ioOjf91wSiKE866zbZXm-SDgHS_VONgGRALB_l5B6GVP2LuT2/s320/PXL_20221021_093510032.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here you see her <i>Kropf</i> (crop) full of crow -<br />the bulge under her throat.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>I had her step on the scale out of curiosity, and she was 1100 grams - 200 grams more than she was when we set out this morning! That might be the most she's packed on in one day since we've had her. Not all falconers let their raptors fill up on their first crows, and while I see the sense of maintaining a more constant weight, this is how Br does it and we're ok with it, too. Kaya had a "diet day" yesterday, which raptors in the wild often have as well, albeit unplanned, but today she got to see that a successful hunt means a full belly (and crop)!</p><p>When I brought her into her mews, she quickly spied the wing on her perch and flew to it as if she were starving. But flying with a full <i>Kropf</i> is a little awkward, so she missed what she was aiming at and only caught the perch on the bottom, dangling there momentarily like a bat. She regained her footing, grabbed the wing, and then thought a moment where she wanted to take it. She always opts for one of the corners of the mews, so she jumped down. Again the full crop and the crow wing in her clenched fist caused her some trouble, and her flight to the ground was more of "falling without style" and she landed in her bathtub!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqo2sRV9v3LdO4PkgpocYm2i1EriiUBkh23BCDPU9bA_AGJUC0Gltk7jE8qpOWLY4kbOsN9z_SUVAHz-Rx0EIActpor8uqM37PtkRYAX62uveTjUsvSRX7Q-3Fs1qHN5dKBuszq5rNlJ1YgcuzzyhhQT_Gx2PwpqAs2EaX7EQ-Nml7p-bl9BSZGT5P/s4032/PXL_20221021_101717583.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqo2sRV9v3LdO4PkgpocYm2i1EriiUBkh23BCDPU9bA_AGJUC0Gltk7jE8qpOWLY4kbOsN9z_SUVAHz-Rx0EIActpor8uqM37PtkRYAX62uveTjUsvSRX7Q-3Fs1qHN5dKBuszq5rNlJ1YgcuzzyhhQT_Gx2PwpqAs2EaX7EQ-Nml7p-bl9BSZGT5P/s320/PXL_20221021_101717583.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good thing she spent 20 minutes drying off...</td></tr></tbody></table><p>She's now standing on her waterlogged dessert, half manteling (because she can never be sure I don't want a bite of that deliciousness for myself) and likely confused. I backed up and assured her the dessert was hers alone, but I couldn't help snap a photo as I encouraged her to get out of the tub.</p><p>Then she dragged her dessert into the corner, gave me the side-eye again, and just sat there. She was likely too stuffed to really tuck in.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbjY_aDFCcjD0Tvsk8sybuk43zOTs7HxhqKmbp22cauLKQlf1qSuHedwdfxX4qYh2oAKnG4YB-JWsp3TUcma3K8hEag-KkCPa0pBn1FM2IviBl9R0ya9m8CnBwZZZa6y7DMxjbuakTUYgueNSF5dkol1I4rin7pt7H0-QM7Ku-S5fcfNlca9QwMYB/s4032/PXL_20221021_101728217.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbjY_aDFCcjD0Tvsk8sybuk43zOTs7HxhqKmbp22cauLKQlf1qSuHedwdfxX4qYh2oAKnG4YB-JWsp3TUcma3K8hEag-KkCPa0pBn1FM2IviBl9R0ya9m8CnBwZZZa6y7DMxjbuakTUYgueNSF5dkol1I4rin7pt7H0-QM7Ku-S5fcfNlca9QwMYB/s320/PXL_20221021_101728217.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Mine-mine-oh-god-I'm-full-Mine!"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>But she's been quiet in her mews for several hours, forcing out a squawk only now and then for heaven knows what reason. I was happy to see (on our surveillance camera) that she was able to fly back up to a corner perch and then over to her balance beam, which is under the roof. She's still there, doing extreme preening. It's surely going to take until at least tomorrow to get those feathers back in order. But it's not cold, and if we're in doubt later we can bring her inside to sleep where it's dry.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8e70IX-Y0OrFHQ7nXLfBf255PnTT3Y2H3Ly6FMB3aXwIx4ISzYnaDC9KGx2E1yYU_ZTxw0k72XISuKGV6WHTCb7agaG9QW_56VmrK3ZLvjQfwLODjnSEASctWwarp5KiV4ZTtZtAF5U8bo8XaGaTtncCuvdPJMXsrvWqZysBrMf7DFco9ASZCeDT0/s4032/PXL_20221021_100338941.PORTRAIT.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8e70IX-Y0OrFHQ7nXLfBf255PnTT3Y2H3Ly6FMB3aXwIx4ISzYnaDC9KGx2E1yYU_ZTxw0k72XISuKGV6WHTCb7agaG9QW_56VmrK3ZLvjQfwLODjnSEASctWwarp5KiV4ZTtZtAF5U8bo8XaGaTtncCuvdPJMXsrvWqZysBrMf7DFco9ASZCeDT0/s320/PXL_20221021_100338941.PORTRAIT.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think Kaya is proud of herself.<br />And she should be!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>I am SO glad to be healthy again and back in action with Kaya. It's a long drive sometimes, but it's worth it because she needs that success. Going for walks and sitting on benches is nice and all, but she was hatched to hunt! And for a young bird, she's good at it.</p><p>Until next time...</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><i>Falknersheil!!</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-17169416708125403332022-10-02T22:20:00.003+02:002022-10-02T22:20:34.891+02:00Hawks & Babies<p>Today I'm going to tell you why having a young raptor in your life is quite a bit like having a new baby. You can trust me; I've had them both.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnE24BiiRi_7Naxg_PXL0nC4D0HVSSZzbpXCsNxbyjYYa95U_DNu5Xu3j8I8-JYguD1yL1pAdYMeR_VpfgzXSLLbCEOPZEXM3mUxhSQkIXCZlG-PqC-oXIl63yM5LD0wL2_pBn78KaKdOdoxUi9XD0Xn4wyRGCbq8t3K6TcvIQ2abAj3q6g-4nwN3V/s1000/Kaya_Landesgartenschau_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="667" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnE24BiiRi_7Naxg_PXL0nC4D0HVSSZzbpXCsNxbyjYYa95U_DNu5Xu3j8I8-JYguD1yL1pAdYMeR_VpfgzXSLLbCEOPZEXM3mUxhSQkIXCZlG-PqC-oXIl63yM5LD0wL2_pBn78KaKdOdoxUi9XD0Xn4wyRGCbq8t3K6TcvIQ2abAj3q6g-4nwN3V/s320/Kaya_Landesgartenschau_2.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><p>As I sit here typing during an evening rainstorm - worrying about my dear girl, who was sitting, last I saw her before it got too dark to check on her, on the one perch in her mew which is not protected by anything, not even tree branches - I can tell you I'm wondering about pneumonia. Why the heck did she not fly to the perch under the roof while it was still light out?!? Should I go get her? Ok, it's not <u>that</u> cold, but I wouldn't want to be sitting out there in this. </p><p>And absolutely, when I'm cold, I worry about her being cold. If I could put a sweater or rain jacket on her, I probably would.</p><p>So there's one of the similarities of being a new parent and being a "parent" to a hawk: You worry about them all the time. You've left them in someone's capable care (Kaya is safe in her mew when I'm gone) but the entire time you're away you wonder if they're <u>really</u> ok. You know they are and yet you worry anyway.</p><p>When they're squawking, you wonder what's wrong. Why is she screaming/crying? She's had a good meal, some exercise, a good poo, attention, a walk... She's sitting there on one leg and all floofed up - both signs of contentment for a hawk (less so for a baby) - so why is she still squawking??</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWi8BwReVwIymY9XOn6-jrTcpIYUDN9GmdY85jaLCDFEw_G7YMIbIK2VV0LSk8C2sKxP3vWcCU7MwfKQ1bYQPP9bFD7OFUTP6gYdmaWBYaulPDE5b6dGfMNAQYhgYsJxzEjqVtFbB7THdmRUAiQ46VemIO-m2cRxJzFhDx7-L5QimT9H9veIQuR5dR/s4032/PXL_20220920_135034793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWi8BwReVwIymY9XOn6-jrTcpIYUDN9GmdY85jaLCDFEw_G7YMIbIK2VV0LSk8C2sKxP3vWcCU7MwfKQ1bYQPP9bFD7OFUTP6gYdmaWBYaulPDE5b6dGfMNAQYhgYsJxzEjqVtFbB7THdmRUAiQ46VemIO-m2cRxJzFhDx7-L5QimT9H9veIQuR5dR/s320/PXL_20220920_135034793.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">indoors, on one foot, but squawking</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Worse is when they're quiet. Why is she quiet all of a sudden? What's wrong? What's she doing? Should I check on her? If I do and she sees me, she'll scream again. Better to just enjoy the quiet. But why is she still quiet? She's still alive, right? (Visions of a dead hawk dance in my head as I imagine the guilt I'll feel for not having checked earlier.)</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSO0kBRvbOMD9gV3SLJZKJ5iMdZ28uy3goYE9wPzi3OvcnTZpbzECVJcCYFHPQLR4qI45_1vRShGNJsfI2t9bWZMdfq7WIBdrLlY-YxYbZj3NEcvQCJ6n2szYAcDRu-cZZ-LP4jO2CTrnOKYpLvO9YIASDtpvyhG4yQj1whxSZKQAhljrOrnGnR-f9/s4032/PXL_20220913_071313804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSO0kBRvbOMD9gV3SLJZKJ5iMdZ28uy3goYE9wPzi3OvcnTZpbzECVJcCYFHPQLR4qI45_1vRShGNJsfI2t9bWZMdfq7WIBdrLlY-YxYbZj3NEcvQCJ6n2szYAcDRu-cZZ-LP4jO2CTrnOKYpLvO9YIASDtpvyhG4yQj1whxSZKQAhljrOrnGnR-f9/s320/PXL_20220913_071313804.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perhaps she's quiet because she's<br />got something to think about.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>And then there's their growth. Are they developing normally? Has she put on enough weight? Too much weight? What's the right weight? It's almost bedtime, but she seems hungry. Should I give her a snack or wait until tomorrow? </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-V5XlaPdkNuWiWUSywF8ElWGkJ_HWyv0ZsZsi2q3f14gegD3siGLDWeRu8LA2f0z1h7u_2YiMG4GLgaKC8svhDhE9R-DTSWDqNfu9fTRjKqWtzROTVfUO369_YgKjd6BKwbCjQaSyCzndTMWO4cAXAU8sVgvdgelNAztFjC4Mc7KrsVzXjoLKQGe/s3264/PXL_20220929_121103994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-V5XlaPdkNuWiWUSywF8ElWGkJ_HWyv0ZsZsi2q3f14gegD3siGLDWeRu8LA2f0z1h7u_2YiMG4GLgaKC8svhDhE9R-DTSWDqNfu9fTRjKqWtzROTVfUO369_YgKjd6BKwbCjQaSyCzndTMWO4cAXAU8sVgvdgelNAztFjC4Mc7KrsVzXjoLKQGe/s320/PXL_20220929_121103994.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Too chonky??<br />Naw, she's just all floofed up.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>When she poos, I often take a quick look to make sure it's normal. I or we often have to clean it up inside because she shot a load right at the moment when we didn't have any protection like a towel ready - like a baby squirting in mid-diaper-change. And we have a load of poo towels (like cloth diapers) to wash once a week or so. </p><p>It's still raining.</p><p><br /></p><p>A brief flashback to Day 10: I was on a walk with Kaya and at one point she bated (threw herself off the glove for no apparent reason) and when she settled again I ran my hand down her back to settle her and...OMG! There's a lump! Only on her left side, I didn't feel the same on the right. M felt it and we came to the same conclusion - she'd injured herself! She wasn't acting hurt, she stood normally. But that lump! It felt like a bone sticking out. OMG.</p><p>I strode home and called our mentor, "Br". I tried to explain what I could feel, but my German comes out badly when I'm trying not to panic. She grabbed her birdy first aid kit and came right over. That was such a long 30 minutes! I'm thinking our dear bird is badly hurt, how could I let this happen, wondering how we'll live without her, speaking to her in soothing tones.</p><p>Br arrived, Kaya and I were sitting on our patio, Br ran a hand down Kaya's back and said, "This? <br />"Yes!" I'm choking back tears.<br />"Yeah, that's her elbow."<br /></p><p>That boney lump can be felt any time Kaya has her wings folded in. I'd handled Hekate, Br's Harris, for an entire season but kept my hands respectfully off her. And apparently I hadn't thoroughly touched my own bird to know what is normal. Jeez... Since that day I have fondled and <i>begrabscht</i> her all over repeatedly so I now know what she feels like normally and will hopefully know when something's amiss - and when something isn't!</p><p><br /></p><p>My weather app says the rain is abating. It is not.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_V_1slBDD54zaGERo4Du1FnTY4yAAoPwpfVtW2y2c94suHzuTNRdV649x2hfLNI11wm0a-udlGiOgBc-Jws4mbWPF4Z6rh0y5kFYvdkomO4th-0i388CRSDRVIquR8BI0DtF5UQWqo_rkDgUFvVNb2ek62ntye5MEsgnbnO_Lb0KPCZWS4qh6PhGf/s4032/PXL_20220827_142918949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_V_1slBDD54zaGERo4Du1FnTY4yAAoPwpfVtW2y2c94suHzuTNRdV649x2hfLNI11wm0a-udlGiOgBc-Jws4mbWPF4Z6rh0y5kFYvdkomO4th-0i388CRSDRVIquR8BI0DtF5UQWqo_rkDgUFvVNb2ek62ntye5MEsgnbnO_Lb0KPCZWS4qh6PhGf/s320/PXL_20220827_142918949.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wonder what a wet hawk looks like?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>That time she'd been in the rain while eating a big meal and didn't care she was getting wet. It was also warmer and during the day, so when she finished eating I brought her in to dry off. It took about 4 hours.</p><p>Another similarity to having a new baby is that your nice neat daily schedule, which ran your life for the last 10+ years, is history. Oh, you ate dinner every night at 19:00? You often cooked really good meals during the week and scoffed at those who scarfed down a pizza or some other quick meal? You prepared pretty healthy and balanced meals? You can kiss all that good-bye. The bird will stop screaming for a bit if you take her for a walk when "Dad" gets home at 18:00 (that's when you used to cook) and she "goes to bed" as it starts to get dark, which has been getting ever closer to 19:30. </p><p>Oh, and neither hawks nor babies know about daylight savings time. So go ahead and change your clocks, but don't expect them to play along.</p><p>Kaya usually sleeps outside in her mew, but she often wakes up and starts calling around 6:00 even though it's still dark! I'm a light sleeper (was with my children as well) and at the first squawk I'm out of bed like a shot, slipping on my shoes and falconer glove, grabbing the keys to the mew and a head lamp and dashing out to get her, hoping the neighbors can fall back asleep again. I put her in her box in a dark room, and that usually buys us (and the neighbors) another hour. </p><p>Those details are different with babies, but any mother and some fathers will recognize the whole "dashing out of bed at the first sound from the baby" thing. </p><p>What about photos? Yes, we have hundreds and have only had Kaya for 2 months. Photos of her being silly, being serious, being curious, bathing, sleeping, drying off, on a kill, just sitting, with a full crop, and of course squawking - on the perch, on my arm, in the car, on a walk, in the house, on the porch, while training... I could write a Dr. Suess-like book about all the squawking she does.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGCuHPrKwP79Q9P1KoRYH3So4wTYJBiHPUY3IwJFKnZdrkJkJ65W4XNgI47-CtknrAZjHAV4EI-jdDpDwii4vzCJZQ_ETmsU2jQmMniFS99i2CEwkV9qJdGm04rI7Qy1MMmluwQFCcpxohUoGNzUAaijd6oOEO84OybjN11KPHXBOqcIEDrtaauKhz/s3264/Unhappy%20Hawk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGCuHPrKwP79Q9P1KoRYH3So4wTYJBiHPUY3IwJFKnZdrkJkJ65W4XNgI47-CtknrAZjHAV4EI-jdDpDwii4vzCJZQ_ETmsU2jQmMniFS99i2CEwkV9qJdGm04rI7Qy1MMmluwQFCcpxohUoGNzUAaijd6oOEO84OybjN11KPHXBOqcIEDrtaauKhz/s320/Unhappy%20Hawk.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Squawky McSquawkface</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>And then there's the coming home from wherever and wanting to touch base with her first, perhaps cuddle a bit, ask her how she's doing despite knowing she won't answer, wanting to check that everything is ok with her. I can check my emails later; first I want to see that she is ok. Sometimes that's just a peek through a cracked door hoping she won't see me and start squawking again, other times it's straight to the mew to get her out and do something with her.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH4MP2_aR40oJ2lEiK3eKpHHC3M1zpy3InvyX0m1O9A6IVJln9AmyRel5M651FhDJw0Wn8JKDiVunNuVY5o4JcfeG8DJRNhS5l8w3Vf0bHFdqP8lDZbXfSrRXWTLMMknVKUuSZcGtHSWKxtN1oB8HFQVRATJLFIGaMhCuZbsJMdggWr3DUVaRfcztF/s3264/PXL_20220823_161158496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH4MP2_aR40oJ2lEiK3eKpHHC3M1zpy3InvyX0m1O9A6IVJln9AmyRel5M651FhDJw0Wn8JKDiVunNuVY5o4JcfeG8DJRNhS5l8w3Vf0bHFdqP8lDZbXfSrRXWTLMMknVKUuSZcGtHSWKxtN1oB8HFQVRATJLFIGaMhCuZbsJMdggWr3DUVaRfcztF/s320/PXL_20220823_161158496.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She's doing <i>Federpflege</i> on me - <br />fixing my bangs.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>And finally, we thoroughly enjoy spending time with her! We love watching her develop, being a part of her (hunting) successes, helping her learn, laughing gently at her mistakes, praising her for good work. And we love it that she knows she's safe with us. When we're walking with her, she leans into us for shelter when it gets windy. She calms down when we assure her she doesn't need to fear the approaching dog or bicycle. And when she bates we just wait calmly while she gets back up onto the glove and pulls herself together.</p><p>She wants to be with us, too, and that's pretty cool.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzWwxtMX36kDa9QbC_Bj3UCbCJ6gf3P1knqrVnjmAy8VGOwsYUR_b23MKYIuyMIhES10Cx5o2yDSLbmF-NrUQdKyWnto4d6tipHTIhaSgD7q7w3wIAjXmN6bZAp3uqiWAzKELlvQzbyD5mePWdbhVDUXfORf2KEqWdt6j1n8qG2vV4KklWasE5t4ft/s4032/PXL_20221002_150721474.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzWwxtMX36kDa9QbC_Bj3UCbCJ6gf3P1knqrVnjmAy8VGOwsYUR_b23MKYIuyMIhES10Cx5o2yDSLbmF-NrUQdKyWnto4d6tipHTIhaSgD7q7w3wIAjXmN6bZAp3uqiWAzKELlvQzbyD5mePWdbhVDUXfORf2KEqWdt6j1n8qG2vV4KklWasE5t4ft/s320/PXL_20221002_150721474.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Life will never be the same again.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-31025774279429481802022-09-20T16:41:00.002+02:002022-09-20T21:56:07.816+02:00Kaya's First Crow<p>Kaya is now five months old and we've had her for six weeks. I've wanted to write a blog post once a week, but just like with a new baby, one wonders as the day wanes where all the time has gone!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQb_z_xtmpo7EU8N96y_97fAd_qiP-1BX1GVZb737rszprdHMPO3NEnjOjhzVEfOXbYWerhObLqH7DNEUZvOsbPL-U2DJHFhZqhzLXaO3a04Z-96lGpQawb65cijvo0J4ShFgMlCJcecPRCrHgi8uQk3wYXfglkuOF7UOEJEfuC0jPE9R4_6mRc9CM/s4032/PXL_20220906_160352192.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQb_z_xtmpo7EU8N96y_97fAd_qiP-1BX1GVZb737rszprdHMPO3NEnjOjhzVEfOXbYWerhObLqH7DNEUZvOsbPL-U2DJHFhZqhzLXaO3a04Z-96lGpQawb65cijvo0J4ShFgMlCJcecPRCrHgi8uQk3wYXfglkuOF7UOEJEfuC0jPE9R4_6mRc9CM/s320/PXL_20220906_160352192.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Today Kaya got her first wild crow! Everything we have done with her from Day 1 has been leading to this point. Up until now we have practiced with her on crows that her half-sister Hekate has killed, but she didn't have to do any real catching of a live one on her own. Today that changed.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcp-C96JBRrmYL4MuGUVKxLeCcbTcJwHGxcTZkAiHyLKj6dJdcw-y_j5RrX80pi0XokiljFekc_dMhi97AJJy7FsfB0Ajnvfv51W90HOhLlrE4cMW-bsL5xv515T12c57UgLZLXpgwLOxJaS16eM2RpL9Wcbtb1Ga-siWMBuGdhvOis--4cyNtkchm/s4032/PXL_20220920_074641992.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcp-C96JBRrmYL4MuGUVKxLeCcbTcJwHGxcTZkAiHyLKj6dJdcw-y_j5RrX80pi0XokiljFekc_dMhi97AJJy7FsfB0Ajnvfv51W90HOhLlrE4cMW-bsL5xv515T12c57UgLZLXpgwLOxJaS16eM2RpL9Wcbtb1Ga-siWMBuGdhvOis--4cyNtkchm/s320/PXL_20220920_074641992.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>This was "<i>Teamwork pur</i>"!! Our falconer-mentor ("Br") drove to two different <i>Reviere</i> (territories where we have permission to hunt) on opposite sides of Tübingen, and we had no luck at all in the first one. No crows were close enough or flew off as soon as they saw Br's car. Clever little devils. So we drove to a new <i>Revier</i> where the crows don't know the drill, and there Kaya had 7 or 8 good attempts/flights. All but 2 were too far away, but they were worth a try. I'm thrilled to say she has a great <i>Faustappell</i> (returning to the glove after a miss) and when I call her and raise my glove with a tidbit on it, she comes right back - even from where she can't see me. At one point she was on the other side of a barn being harrassed by fifty crows, but she heard me above their racket and found me again.</p><p><br /></p><p>As we drove she stretched her neck and kept a lookout for crows, keeping mostly quiet in the car like a good girl. If she's as noisy as she often is at home in her mew, the crows will bugger off long before we can get close to them. Our previous practice had paid off, because she seemed to be able to tell the difference between small black birds (<i>Amseln</i>) and crows. She was alert and eager to bag a meal.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwRmi9YQLy4HO7AYPesH8g97_bTz3LniaG3AL9uuKZ27mFDSwUTOQTUdsMUmWwVnxOEjzINJjZKF1zEk7GTWSLeeOVTQtOjoY95HLicisJml1-MJnD_dATrTNufQ4Qox6IO-2Bb6p5j5lGngYgpa96mY6Gm87Z0fhHMUAniVBbupF6bCeSGqKZVn-/s4032/PXL_20220827_080321186.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwRmi9YQLy4HO7AYPesH8g97_bTz3LniaG3AL9uuKZ27mFDSwUTOQTUdsMUmWwVnxOEjzINJjZKF1zEk7GTWSLeeOVTQtOjoY95HLicisJml1-MJnD_dATrTNufQ4Qox6IO-2Bb6p5j5lGngYgpa96mY6Gm87Z0fhHMUAniVBbupF6bCeSGqKZVn-/s320/PXL_20220827_080321186.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is Kaya on a previous hawking experience<br />where she is screaming at her older sis, who'd just bagged a crow.<br />"Gimme some!!!"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>I had carpal tunnel surgery last week Thursday and wear a bandage and brace on my right hand (I hold Kaya on my left), and I can't drive stick-shift or finish the job once Kaya has her crow. So Br was ready and jumped right in.</p><p><br /></p><p>When we spied our crow, saw it was sitting well and were confident we could sneak up on it, I launched Kaya. This was after 7 or so failed attempts, and I was starting to wonder if she understood she had to catch and not just chase. This time the crow was distracted enough and Kaya slammed right into it and hung on! I dashed to her, secured one of her jesses to my glove, reached under her wings to find the crow's head and discovered it had Kaya's toe in her beak and was clamping down hard! I pried open the crow's beak and Kaya got her foot out of the way. She seemed to know I was there to help and didn't try to get away with her prize, which she had tried to do earlier with the practice crows.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6u97ORD71xCLaRreqUkv_xYIfNDhrZsT04Qs8bFtBa68H6Exa7rgDTXKV5w8McJvIMInHFNBtelkAzhi1HjeK8BaLeYm9k1aevnShQMAuDD50bCA_TnsWUqy4kbqLmcJwcSjcOKzIFyX9N8QWGbF7uAv6ei8flNwWxPcqEynkWXMAli6tYWiqXdIU/s4032/PXL_20220920_075208279.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6u97ORD71xCLaRreqUkv_xYIfNDhrZsT04Qs8bFtBa68H6Exa7rgDTXKV5w8McJvIMInHFNBtelkAzhi1HjeK8BaLeYm9k1aevnShQMAuDD50bCA_TnsWUqy4kbqLmcJwcSjcOKzIFyX9N8QWGbF7uAv6ei8flNwWxPcqEynkWXMAli6tYWiqXdIU/s320/PXL_20220920_075208279.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>By then Br had reached us and was able to finish off the crow quickly. One difference between nature and human hunters is that humans do everything they can to shorten the prey's suffering as much as possible. Wild hawks, eagles and buzzards don't care, and they hang on, gripping with their talons until the prey bleeds to death while they tuck in.</p><p><br /></p><p>So now the crow was dead and at that point Kaya was able to pluck and eat to her heart's content while we waited, took pictures, called the <i>Jagdpächter</i> (hunter-tenant) and I sent M a message to say Kaya had triumphed!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpYyg0FBVZsbjLfYuph8vhfZw3FDubl0ThytipVbEVlK2inL3BtqzQZKvHsbkpaeLlEDExIdojbcoycbL72bkRiPICRNKUSN3dYOeGS57qgVBIgU6WaxxquhDBw76u9ECADrEc1i_rj9aiD2K_WlK4E6H6vy1rEQiSuHHt-JvR0MojNJV-WadtRi9B/s4032/PXL_20220906_093301136.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpYyg0FBVZsbjLfYuph8vhfZw3FDubl0ThytipVbEVlK2inL3BtqzQZKvHsbkpaeLlEDExIdojbcoycbL72bkRiPICRNKUSN3dYOeGS57qgVBIgU6WaxxquhDBw76u9ECADrEc1i_rj9aiD2K_WlK4E6H6vy1rEQiSuHHt-JvR0MojNJV-WadtRi9B/s320/PXL_20220906_093301136.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who's a good girl??</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>When she couldn't stuff any more crow into her <i>Kropf</i> (crop), Br got her onto the glove* with an extra bit of crow we had ready, we praised her for her good work and put her back into her transport box for the drive home.</p><p>*That's <u>my</u> job, but because of my gammy hand, that's another part I can't do yet.</p><p><br /></p><p>When we got home I put her in her mew with the rest of the crow, and she was quiet for a while. Then she started in with her screaming again so I brought her into the <i>Wintergarten</i> for a bit. On this photo you can see her full <i>Kropf </i>- that lump above her chest. That crow will keep her full and satisfied until at least Thursday.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb3TN4fivbbVCQvayl5kAjj_Hg-FGumBL-_o2Ya8dS0mnWQQYkVygS6e4wcXQqtnVi9WxoscSgijLTZB3kphfpiIKBoIuCenDlsUYYqBMPKl8zp6uaKN5iV-4DsK-tdjUWk0AV1X7J2KQI18l8x6YPAusOdN6-9HUfrWTCbUNsDPJK-8BAcpj-5JYi/s4032/PXL_20220920_123916635.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb3TN4fivbbVCQvayl5kAjj_Hg-FGumBL-_o2Ya8dS0mnWQQYkVygS6e4wcXQqtnVi9WxoscSgijLTZB3kphfpiIKBoIuCenDlsUYYqBMPKl8zp6uaKN5iV-4DsK-tdjUWk0AV1X7J2KQI18l8x6YPAusOdN6-9HUfrWTCbUNsDPJK-8BAcpj-5JYi/s320/PXL_20220920_123916635.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The German word for "stuffed to the gills" is <br />"<i>vollgefressen.</i>"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>We are tired and happy at the end of a successful hawking day and the official start of the season for Kaya. Tomorrow she gets a day of rest and we'll be back at it on Friday. Now she's back in her mew basking in her success (and quiet).</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCo3eCRWEDqVDkUk2w0iUN024PKynp24ITuu9JZfwWVmUthFEKO61yCWUQs7g93QMCNI2XiowR0jhqvmO44tgZxGCey-lyNMcUGXkgCUfXCW6m_lW-kHzW4FXZVAH_Bi7MR6zcU6zymg61W9EOvGUi8MoMD-Wgzq1OQ4asL1IFxLU2uTO3Qxq4ylQH/s1000/Crow_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCo3eCRWEDqVDkUk2w0iUN024PKynp24ITuu9JZfwWVmUthFEKO61yCWUQs7g93QMCNI2XiowR0jhqvmO44tgZxGCey-lyNMcUGXkgCUfXCW6m_lW-kHzW4FXZVAH_Bi7MR6zcU6zymg61W9EOvGUi8MoMD-Wgzq1OQ4asL1IFxLU2uTO3Qxq4ylQH/s320/Crow_1.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-12996089277900125362022-08-20T15:25:00.004+02:002022-08-20T15:34:28.414+02:00Hawky McHawkface<p>Good heavens, has it only been eight days since <a href="https://bhejl.blogspot.com/2022/08/gotta-hawk.html" target="_blank">my last post</a>? Our world (life with a hawk) looks so much different since then. Everything I wrote about last time that we are doing with her seems like old news and we've added new experiences every day.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUL872g3W-GVxaAMD256xLln6alymctyVb4oyxQuPS1hBalX_U0jblXkUOg89bRCKIXVLhEhIc48JyUKF6MZ-1U-4MLb-vJDXPKFbpJhktsLLy1bJhganhPC72DHoOIjvISrXtyhKGElT7fQrV5PtnJNbQPqtIkRFuc96oHKD8SWCdPFmMIII3C7D_/s4032/HawkyMcHawkface_2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUL872g3W-GVxaAMD256xLln6alymctyVb4oyxQuPS1hBalX_U0jblXkUOg89bRCKIXVLhEhIc48JyUKF6MZ-1U-4MLb-vJDXPKFbpJhktsLLy1bJhganhPC72DHoOIjvISrXtyhKGElT7fQrV5PtnJNbQPqtIkRFuc96oHKD8SWCdPFmMIII3C7D_/s320/HawkyMcHawkface_2.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Her beak's a bit messy; this was after lunch.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>I don't need to sit in the mews with her anymore. She knows me and she knows my voice. M's also. She trusts us and we stay calm when she bates (throws herself off the glove and dangles upside down briefly before she gets back upright) and refrain from sudden movements. By her nature she will never fully trust that we won't take her food away, so when she's enjoying some noms she mantles, as shown here.</p><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBoX_jCTnohm2U2GpdWa7fCGZGfuQ32HTb2IAowXy7n6zsEeBe6K9sMHI4sKJZxcNDogdvPDSvcCOd7VigeWwwYDQO214JpVFAFQmNpjluHkx0hbg7S9EOIIT3aT6bKEUr0ENPM7icMlFL5MIKoPVyJsFQgDvpYuVhjlafrwrOwuSHZnIxalkYDRck/s4032/PXL_20220820_080738457.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBoX_jCTnohm2U2GpdWa7fCGZGfuQ32HTb2IAowXy7n6zsEeBe6K9sMHI4sKJZxcNDogdvPDSvcCOd7VigeWwwYDQO214JpVFAFQmNpjluHkx0hbg7S9EOIIT3aT6bKEUr0ENPM7icMlFL5MIKoPVyJsFQgDvpYuVhjlafrwrOwuSHZnIxalkYDRck/s320/PXL_20220820_080738457.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>She knows that M's and my gloves are a safe place to be, and Br's as well (Br is our falconer-mentor). While sitting on our gloves she has been confronted with loud cars, big trucks, scary bicycles, a cat, a small dog, small crowds of walkers, admirers, and new territory, and still nothing bad has happened to her while on our gloves. She knows she's ok there.</p><p>In fact it seems she'd rather be on our glove than sitting around doing nothing. When she's in her mews and can see us either walking through the living room or sitting on the patio eating dinner, she screams at us. It's not earth-shatteringly loud (yet) but she lets us know we're not doing exactly that which she would prefer. Often while standing on one leg and floofing herself up, which indicates contentment. Silly girl.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9-4NJz84DxSw-Xtqd7Uy_AT3Y4Wf2JPUuLm1NgEoVGur528VNfuCVtNl5drN6Xmw70UjA7YTtuIM-MstxhGz6XxpB_13kt_CJbl0n3sKYEmFEigeGgLi2lpc-EQ5mvJaS5uZVLUrum32fYH2s9I5qhxPO4zMWkIH8LA19Roohvqgr9oTLEgVPtV2/s4032/PXL_20220809_123457845.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9-4NJz84DxSw-Xtqd7Uy_AT3Y4Wf2JPUuLm1NgEoVGur528VNfuCVtNl5drN6Xmw70UjA7YTtuIM-MstxhGz6XxpB_13kt_CJbl0n3sKYEmFEigeGgLi2lpc-EQ5mvJaS5uZVLUrum32fYH2s9I5qhxPO4zMWkIH8LA19Roohvqgr9oTLEgVPtV2/s320/PXL_20220809_123457845.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p>One thing I didn't mention in my last post is that she needs to get used to our cameras and smartphones because we are pretty much constantly taking pictures of her. Some of my favorites are what I now call "hawkies" (selfies with a hawk).</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQYhTMJkgVIldqBbZjwpgHBLpg6if838fyhzR9EOIq0w79WqNC1TULu_gcoIwEYZ019C5Lih8m6g4ra944OzsokmM37WUgQX7ejw-h1pRzmI-oD9yPCYqtQ99FpKnTvk682k-mbyNkcPzkaOrc4rS9DhOONlpMEC52PK26L5xlh6XxLxEnoQQICEt8/s3264/PXL_20220815_152358803.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQYhTMJkgVIldqBbZjwpgHBLpg6if838fyhzR9EOIq0w79WqNC1TULu_gcoIwEYZ019C5Lih8m6g4ra944OzsokmM37WUgQX7ejw-h1pRzmI-oD9yPCYqtQ99FpKnTvk682k-mbyNkcPzkaOrc4rS9DhOONlpMEC52PK26L5xlh6XxLxEnoQQICEt8/s320/PXL_20220815_152358803.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>It's getting harder to find new challenges every day! We've taken her walking all around our little village including across a busy road, we've gone for a ride in the car with her on my glove looking out the windshield, she's flown back and forth between us in the yard for tidbits, I tried to show her about vertical jumping (she overshot it once and landed on my head), she's had her beak filed, she's been inside our house a few times, and we've sat on the patio, the front steps and the steps at M's office so she could watch the world go by.</p><p>Today she took a drive in Br's car all the way to their training grounds (a 20-minute drive) because our yard has become too small. She flew like a pro between us 20 times, then onto the <i>Federspiel</i> (lure that looks like a crow) and lastly to a crow wing that she could pluck and gnaw on as a reward for her hard work. </p><p>Only once did she get a bit confused while flying to Br and the <i>Federspiel</i> and had to search for a place to land. The only thing nearby other than the ground was a corn field, so she gave that a try! As she disappeared into the corn almost as gracefully as a hovercraft setting down, I tried not to laugh and Br fished her out again.</p><p>A few days ago her sister Hekate came over for a visit, and watching them interact was fascinating. From the body language you can tell that Hekate was signaling "Hey, I am the boss here, even if it is your yard!" with her posture while Kaya signaled her willingness to concede. This is nature in action because Hekate is larger and older, and therefore she is higher in the hierarchy. Kaya's lighter feathers on her chest show that she's a young bird, and Hekate instinctively knows that. Therefore she understands that Kaya isn't a threat or competition. Still, we watched them closely while they sat on their perches in our yard.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrLba-H_08uNYE7YHMiXLiVLGKyyFhsajajQx50dHtPFgPu0WZLrrcziy78XEd3G5DecU0rp9YB4C9c7HkNRzP-bB0UER0G4GWb0LYYesNtkrZsgJ_RBa6HKIRiBBI9QCt6PYCNia-11_fhYC1t2E2y4-io1aRzXUO9A9dGQGurk0UtvDloL4pUwzM/s4032/PXL_20220817_092915325.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrLba-H_08uNYE7YHMiXLiVLGKyyFhsajajQx50dHtPFgPu0WZLrrcziy78XEd3G5DecU0rp9YB4C9c7HkNRzP-bB0UER0G4GWb0LYYesNtkrZsgJ_RBa6HKIRiBBI9QCt6PYCNia-11_fhYC1t2E2y4-io1aRzXUO9A9dGQGurk0UtvDloL4pUwzM/s320/PXL_20220817_092915325.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>The other day it started to rain while I was chatting with my parents. I put the phone down to move her perch under the roof of the mews, and she responded by jumping into her bathtub for a full-body bath! A raptor will only bathe when it feels safe, because when it is very wet its ability to fly is compromised. So I felt quite honored that she did so with me sitting near her in her mews.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBmHDi0rrmO7F9qApShi0uAX-s_kmk9oJpT5ies5snKJeLjfwRRee2I2Wb10kBu7qrcUm_7U29vtBIA1biXbWQ2fOx9Qtjy3rszAlp8ePDCBpU2Lr1mABzPZ2wIgGn9NWj1BcGZ25oQ1C_XG3UKIkMa-jEiTnZdhtPHCUViDe8bYg_rE11VRaOSGQ/s4032/PXL_20220815_132256971.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBmHDi0rrmO7F9qApShi0uAX-s_kmk9oJpT5ies5snKJeLjfwRRee2I2Wb10kBu7qrcUm_7U29vtBIA1biXbWQ2fOx9Qtjy3rszAlp8ePDCBpU2Lr1mABzPZ2wIgGn9NWj1BcGZ25oQ1C_XG3UKIkMa-jEiTnZdhtPHCUViDe8bYg_rE11VRaOSGQ/s320/PXL_20220815_132256971.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>In the mean time I've gone out crow-hawking with Br and Hekate a few times, and on Thursday she got her first crow after 4 <i>Fehlflüge</i> (misses). So the season has officially opened for us, and soon we will go out with Kaya in the back seat watching Hekate at work so Kaya gets the idea of what her future job is.</p><p>There is so much more to write about, but it's time to go play with my hawk. We're practicing with sitting in the car and with a hood today, and we haven't been for a walk with M yet. </p><p>Until next time...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><i>Falknersheil!</i></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-73748745305818728092022-08-12T09:41:00.004+02:002022-08-12T11:14:27.064+02:00Gotta Hawk<p>I know it has been a while, and that's mainly because we have been intensively preparing for our new young hawk, whom we brought home on Sunday. At some point I am going to start a new blog devoted only to falconry and hawking, but for now I wanted to at least give a proof of life.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNESpgWchkUIC3XvX3E0djbovFbRCZzjs8eiACezqWW8hx9C0cce6xvRsDoN1s3ifhbq0LLnbEoSVkrfKcVLN20c9_A6OW7pBfeMoZH_k5mtFKRja-Ry1yeqidBirhsrVOLi9bBSynQUnY3ZUdlxOX_wuVD2zuo_P5fFSBQ3OTQ9lfjFfieyRbImpK/s1000/DSC05178.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNESpgWchkUIC3XvX3E0djbovFbRCZzjs8eiACezqWW8hx9C0cce6xvRsDoN1s3ifhbq0LLnbEoSVkrfKcVLN20c9_A6OW7pBfeMoZH_k5mtFKRja-Ry1yeqidBirhsrVOLi9bBSynQUnY3ZUdlxOX_wuVD2zuo_P5fFSBQ3OTQ9lfjFfieyRbImpK/s320/DSC05178.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>My dad asked me yesterday some questions about our goals and the steps we're taking to reach them. As I was answering I realized I had my content for my next blog post. So here we go.</p><p>First of all, since this is what most non-falconers have been asking already starting months ago, is it a boy or girl, and what is the hawk's name??</p><p>Our hawk is a <i>Harrisweib</i>, or a female Harris hawk (or Harris's hawk).</p><p>Her name is only officially earned after her first successful hunt/kill, but since I didn't want to call her Hawky McHawkface until then, we've named her <b>Kaya</b>.</p><p>Ultimately the next question at hand is: What are our goals and what are we doing with Kaya from day to day? Are we taking certain steps to train her?</p><p>Kaya's main goal is probably still to stay alive. She was bred in Germany and has never been free, but she is still a wild animal with thousands of years of evolutionary influence. Raptors hatched in the wild don't need people and would probably be better off without them, although they do live longer in captivity than in the wild. Harris hawks usually live 20 or so years with a falconer, but can live up to 30.</p><p>Our goal is for her to be a <b>crow hunter</b>. We'll also go for magpies (<i>Elster</i>) and wild pigeons (<i>Wildtauben</i>), and she is capable of also hunting ducks, pheasants, rabbits, hares and geese. I personally only have experience hawking crows, magpies and pigeons, and frankly, I'd rather not take on a goose.</p><p>Everything we do with her is a learning experience - for her and also for us!</p><p><b>She needs to get used to me and also my voice</b>, so I spend time sitting in the mews (the proper term for her enclosure, <i>Voliere</i> in German) with her and talking to her.</p><p><b>She has to learn to trust me</b>, so I have to stay calm, make no sudden movements, never do anything that causes her pain, and never take food away from her.</p><p><b>She has to learn that my glove (and M's) is a safe and happy place to be</b>, so I have to see that she spends a lot of time sitting on it in non-stressful situations.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQNouTaWTS1-DXzsv_Iui6v5jwBYIgTZZOoTgLdBAQ-QgvVjDu-1ScfGaKOFq78CR6MuczvacaoZ0cvXu8l_h2j-inE8UabfhzkUuaaPRqLCULoiOGPAdM87p9DbCvHUVE_4nNoreHlO61_rEWL7XRGHirgbqQ8V-uES4I5T7-4jHZ7RUj8CRA9aXo/s1000/IMG_2598.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQNouTaWTS1-DXzsv_Iui6v5jwBYIgTZZOoTgLdBAQ-QgvVjDu-1ScfGaKOFq78CR6MuczvacaoZ0cvXu8l_h2j-inE8UabfhzkUuaaPRqLCULoiOGPAdM87p9DbCvHUVE_4nNoreHlO61_rEWL7XRGHirgbqQ8V-uES4I5T7-4jHZ7RUj8CRA9aXo/s320/IMG_2598.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><b>She has to be challenged every day</b> or she will get bored and develop bad habits (like screaming), so I need to introduce at least one new thing every day. Most days it's more than one new thing!</p><p>When we drive to a hunting territory or to the vet, <b>she has to sit in her transport box and feel safe in there</b>, so that's where she sleeps now. [She started out in a box we borrowed from our mentor (B) which didn't have a perch in it because she first had to learn how to sit on a perch in her new surroundings.] By Tuesday she was sitting all day happily on her bow perch, so on Wednesday night we switched to her box, which M built for her.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZHOM3dtV3Z1NIJavL8nt6T3r5UR5-7ctsrmiHudAamL0-o17CFO_tVVVY9lteUJlDdLfmTB4pWF9bcW-zi6Sv5Z98P3R3U6v45jxFytTjwWJBBgCWaZSaFeBp23ryOJ0NAqTJ8uCRPB73CmoDZRkylTQ66tyKmfAESWOnomJsO9wIEMC-dUlbB0B/s1000/PXL_20220812_055254742.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZHOM3dtV3Z1NIJavL8nt6T3r5UR5-7ctsrmiHudAamL0-o17CFO_tVVVY9lteUJlDdLfmTB4pWF9bcW-zi6Sv5Z98P3R3U6v45jxFytTjwWJBBgCWaZSaFeBp23ryOJ0NAqTJ8uCRPB73CmoDZRkylTQ66tyKmfAESWOnomJsO9wIEMC-dUlbB0B/s320/PXL_20220812_055254742.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hawk in a box</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><b>She has to learn that I am a hunting companion and not just a deliverer of food</b>, so I have to spend a lot of time doing things with her that do not involve food.</p><p><b>She has to learn to be comfortable with Hekate</b> (our mentor's Harris hawk and Kaya's half-sister) and other hunting raptors, so yesterday afternoon B brought Hekate over for a few hours. We sat gradually closer together, and the birds started getting familiar. Hekate tried to chat her up, but Kaya was silent, perhaps a raptor sign of respect for one's elders. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMeUl5X-pkADwq6BC179VgsWiGC_iucqbAdVoJYQSNokFX0TtVtHwAQW4qfbowRIAzA13jD9_TBsOMxmQbGQjv8FOTiiXU2XF8mPqVS1sje8EHxE9aNR1iqSoY4Z5BzhaV8McLUFwoXRU8Hjjahs51ud7DR1tmk4dzrjSE8K4nAslyJPOh9HXLcJ3/s1000/IMG_2624.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMeUl5X-pkADwq6BC179VgsWiGC_iucqbAdVoJYQSNokFX0TtVtHwAQW4qfbowRIAzA13jD9_TBsOMxmQbGQjv8FOTiiXU2XF8mPqVS1sje8EHxE9aNR1iqSoY4Z5BzhaV8McLUFwoXRU8Hjjahs51ud7DR1tmk4dzrjSE8K4nAslyJPOh9HXLcJ3/s320/IMG_2624.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><b>She has to learn to not freak out over unfamiliar things when she's sitting on the safe glove</b>, so we need to go for walks with her around the neighborhood where she'll see cars, cyclists, dogs, people, and unfamiliar places.</p><p><b>She has to learn to tolerate me feeling her legs, feet, talons, breast bone, muscles, beak, feathers, etc.</b>, all of which is entirely distasteful to a raptor (who among us enjoys being pawed and groped by others??), because I need to be able to frequently check her health condition and for wounds, etc. So yesterday I started petting her, caressing her toes and talons, feeling her breast bone, cleaning off her beak after her meal...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0u3brRaDlzDZrMxegqTHO8Iyt62DHlHjNtdS3TjU8HirbnJNCfuaDPwpLWp7hjI1OubQD8ULl62EjroBDHTwoB7PI-97DQuERUweHSruj-n8UNSjTfWn_s4zA5j1huSrLpunABLBq9Jb3-MbHsMgB0QlcFMLrT1cUAHqAFAczLAI70-MM_tHW21h8/s1000/IMG_2635.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0u3brRaDlzDZrMxegqTHO8Iyt62DHlHjNtdS3TjU8HirbnJNCfuaDPwpLWp7hjI1OubQD8ULl62EjroBDHTwoB7PI-97DQuERUweHSruj-n8UNSjTfWn_s4zA5j1huSrLpunABLBq9Jb3-MbHsMgB0QlcFMLrT1cUAHqAFAczLAI70-MM_tHW21h8/s320/IMG_2635.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><b>She has to learn to come back to me when I've set her free</b> in training or launched her at a crow that she misses, so yesterday I started enticing her to jump to my glove for her meals rather than just handing them to her while she sits on her perch.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjljt6h0kU8dk1vh2SiCfA8abU8I_o9LSXdLEYXyN82132a0etYnbcoFPX8Q3rmhDg3kqcuFWntD9MoQlRse2bYXVi9ajv0zRPBnzfemkGFViUChEuEqcZrNRXDDpZpwLatXKMNY8rQFLjC66Gr6JLk6_tdYaclW306MZcxddqBD0rnn2qHVUDfk9D8/s3264/Chick3_20220811.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjljt6h0kU8dk1vh2SiCfA8abU8I_o9LSXdLEYXyN82132a0etYnbcoFPX8Q3rmhDg3kqcuFWntD9MoQlRse2bYXVi9ajv0zRPBnzfemkGFViUChEuEqcZrNRXDDpZpwLatXKMNY8rQFLjC66Gr6JLk6_tdYaclW306MZcxddqBD0rnn2qHVUDfk9D8/s320/Chick3_20220811.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Success! She hopped onto my glove for her tasty bedtime snack.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Ultimately <b>she needs to learn that she has a better and easier life <u>with us</u> than without us</b>, because as soon as she thinks she'd be better off without us, she'll bugger off when I've launched her at a crow or flown her free during training and that's the end of it. Or the beginning of a potentially very long day standing under the tree she's chosen, waiting for her to decide when she wants to return.</p><p>This is only Day 6, counting the day of pick-up and transport. On that day a human (her breeder) touched her for the first time, removing her from the only place she'd ever been (in her breeding mews with her parents), put on her anklets, jesses and bell with the help of our mentor as M and I stood trembling nearby, and put her in a soft pet carrier for our 4.5-hour drive home. </p><p>It has been a wonder to be a part of the progress she (and we!) have made in that time.</p><p>We will have bad days, scary moments, setbacks and disappointments. But for now, wow. Just...WOW!!!</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_A4ABJYztCYEKEcukFepMcSppnj9AZX_4082BBfgJg6G1oGOVKT_U0c2SqZX29Re_aixzdMW6qk_1F73CG7owZQt_4AbKtduP5IKtyPN6zXDpkqDaJ8nLkonIVX6KNQq9GoMmEME-rxVMR1gmc_JAsIW7TFyA4IF37HU1aEtECErGNL8_yKSWOyfF/s1000/PXL_20220809_100833314.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_A4ABJYztCYEKEcukFepMcSppnj9AZX_4082BBfgJg6G1oGOVKT_U0c2SqZX29Re_aixzdMW6qk_1F73CG7owZQt_4AbKtduP5IKtyPN6zXDpkqDaJ8nLkonIVX6KNQq9GoMmEME-rxVMR1gmc_JAsIW7TFyA4IF37HU1aEtECErGNL8_yKSWOyfF/s320/PXL_20220809_100833314.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sitting on her Sprenkel (bow perch)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-87835618188973953692022-04-09T13:28:00.001+02:002022-04-10T13:41:16.197+02:00Falconry Online<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">"Falconry is a life dedication, not a hobby."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">~Martin Tyner</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqwYXsdKhCqaYhQArkIeIZFxFbqipIz4EtsD1ciqFej_i6xhtDJ9934GdmKEzXdurKGK9qF0HPL78dCsQ1WsV05E7c8upqSVz5Sam7s7FxE7SnH6oeSCENj3i6qkXGqE4ENAPQffToBop0vGP4Rj4wQ5GRRUEU2WLI6bxXy0qKKZA2F1OfSVZCg0H/s1000/Beth&Aik_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqwYXsdKhCqaYhQArkIeIZFxFbqipIz4EtsD1ciqFej_i6xhtDJ9934GdmKEzXdurKGK9qF0HPL78dCsQ1WsV05E7c8upqSVz5Sam7s7FxE7SnH6oeSCENj3i6qkXGqE4ENAPQffToBop0vGP4Rj4wQ5GRRUEU2WLI6bxXy0qKKZA2F1OfSVZCg0H/w200-h200/Beth&Aik_1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p>These days
it is important to take some time away from the news – for those of us who are
fortunate enough to be able to, who are not in the middle of the war zone,
fleeing from home, or holed up in temporary housing not knowing when a return
home will be possible. My heart goes out to everyone suffering in this war.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">My escape,
which is also planning for the near future, is books, videos, and documentaries
about falconry. I want to list some sources I’m using, both in
English and in German. Perhaps this will offer some inspiration for those who are new to falconry (like I am!) or who are still considering whether or not this is a passion they want to pursue.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">From the links I've provided below you can usually find additional videos from the same falconer if you like what you see. For the falconers who have Youtube channels and multiple videos, I often provide links to one they produced about Harris hawks. This is because a Harris hawk will be moving in with us later this year.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;">No language required</h3><p style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This first link is <a href="https://lebensraum-burg.de/Wanderfalke/Webcam" target="_blank">a falcon-cam</a> featuring a <i>Wanderfalken</i> (peregrine) pair at their <i>Brutplatz</i>
(breeding site) in Nürnberg. There are periods of little action, but even watching Mama
<i>Falke</i> lying there quietly warming her brood is a soothing timeout. I have seen several changings
of the guard where Papa took over lying on the eggs while Mama went off hunting
and to stretch her wings, and I was watching while she lay the third egg. The 4<sup>th</sup>
and last egg was laid on March 4th, and by now all four eggs have hatched and feedings happen frequently!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIWxyylRhcjBKcY1xWBBwqIOpXKC8XbILoDvUjwUz3sCT__tJuelIWZ9B6KoxMQW8X-CxV8Z7q0ogmIRp9LSbSHKlACtLuBBXaed6ZMkh5BwqBk8AQRtkyydE6lavWMgsLwFVuDGeRRyHQxD62D19Fg2uRM_iRLDJAOO6EBZrraqvri6m2Bf7aYeH/s1200/IMG_9857.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIWxyylRhcjBKcY1xWBBwqIOpXKC8XbILoDvUjwUz3sCT__tJuelIWZ9B6KoxMQW8X-CxV8Z7q0ogmIRp9LSbSHKlACtLuBBXaed6ZMkh5BwqBk8AQRtkyydE6lavWMgsLwFVuDGeRRyHQxD62D19Fg2uRM_iRLDJAOO6EBZrraqvri6m2Bf7aYeH/s320/IMG_9857.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peregrine falcon / <i>Wanderfalke</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt;">This
is a </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qhc7RVTzQUU" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt;" target="_blank">video compilation</a><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt;"> about crow hawking and hunting crows with falcons. There's music but no narration, and therefore you don't need to understand a particular language to see what <i>Krähenbeizjagd</i> (crow hawking) is all about.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">English links</span></span></h3><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hfCaLMGmSxQ" target="_blank">This documentary</a> is about a falconer in the USA, is in English, and gives a good and realistic view into the life of a falconer, the time commitment, the stress, the joy, and
working and hunting with the birds.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw1KHg1Ef3br7smRtMCeHnmmXjLyOKEiKEFCShQQplMGAQHWWZu0ZU2kknVuBD_Uzad9TOGtLKtzBnNjAJiunyNWa42bLcLz0jPIRQPnTvcmfTOo36ZJIh3ndJxkOb8Hpx_wGsH1ow9xyLJz65HO351vOeR-xyNId989j-EGqmVS1zJe_YJLkXbMzF/s1000/IMG_4260.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw1KHg1Ef3br7smRtMCeHnmmXjLyOKEiKEFCShQQplMGAQHWWZu0ZU2kknVuBD_Uzad9TOGtLKtzBnNjAJiunyNWa42bLcLz0jPIRQPnTvcmfTOo36ZJIh3ndJxkOb8Hpx_wGsH1ow9xyLJz65HO351vOeR-xyNId989j-EGqmVS1zJe_YJLkXbMzF/s320/IMG_4260.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">I follow
this next <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4KkMgBRhCs&t=3s" target="_blank">master falconer</a> on Youtube and enjoyed his book very much. Martin Tyner runs a
wildlife rescue in Utah which focuses on birds of prey, but they take in other wild
animals as well. He has recently done a series of videos about how to become a
falconer, which I enjoyed. He includes plenty of important warnings about why
one should not pursue falconry if one lacks time, money, and family support. Martin is calm, thoughtful, speaks nice and slowly and from the heart. It is clear he loves his birds and his work and in his videos he is usually with at least one bird - either sitting quietly on his glove or during training, for instance.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Here is Martin doing a <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5SfmsO-3U4" target="_blank">falconry talk with Belle</a>, his Harris hawk and wildlife ambassador. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH_egCHEkcF1n2tngH2EYFM0aoHU38kxAGezuTZYLIuHVRy3PljuAcOUc-RaxB2iewai91HrYpnNJ2xXoC44-GiCoY0TtIL2yUH6gxcsnQqwQjGsWgbhnbHX-YYYF7PRd6Z8TJk5WuZlKNHNA-5pod74tSJOeJK6HorKTnQ9d0enAT4OXLCNuqND1T/s1000/IMG_4600.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH_egCHEkcF1n2tngH2EYFM0aoHU38kxAGezuTZYLIuHVRy3PljuAcOUc-RaxB2iewai91HrYpnNJ2xXoC44-GiCoY0TtIL2yUH6gxcsnQqwQjGsWgbhnbHX-YYYF7PRd6Z8TJk5WuZlKNHNA-5pod74tSJOeJK6HorKTnQ9d0enAT4OXLCNuqND1T/s320/IMG_4600.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Ben Woodruff is another falconer in Utah, and I wonder if they know each other. Ben's style and personality are completely different from Martin's. He is more animated, is usually sitting in his room full of exotic <i>Deko</i> and doesn't normally have a bird with him. Like Martin's, his videos are full of important, helpful and sometimes fun information. In <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGkomkVx9P0" target="_blank">this video</a> he gives an introduction to Harris hawks and in <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwgPKYNIQGc" target="_blank">this one</a> he explains many differences between Harris hawks and goshawks (<i>Habichte</i>).</p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid7HO_2EY0hSblndF8RGCdjYHpMkeMDQscCuZRvdzeCtYZ2TGRueEEJumP9MIssDUIlrLcEN_hnCpGeFybvPlkaQ1yjMMWt9Io58AmE7SwRaAtyqnmZzG4fH5JK6MAoieaCijXMZ02cM4S36keC3U3VyzC3a2Uue4kEtNTzXXGx-HIehd0W3qo0PFx/s1000/IMG_4469.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid7HO_2EY0hSblndF8RGCdjYHpMkeMDQscCuZRvdzeCtYZ2TGRueEEJumP9MIssDUIlrLcEN_hnCpGeFybvPlkaQ1yjMMWt9Io58AmE7SwRaAtyqnmZzG4fH5JK6MAoieaCijXMZ02cM4S36keC3U3VyzC3a2Uue4kEtNTzXXGx-HIehd0W3qo0PFx/s320/IMG_4469.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Goshawk / Habicht</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Here is a
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jE5KATDZZVg" target="_blank">young falconer from the UK</a> who has made many videos about hawk care, training,
health, and so on. He even did one about taking an online version of the US
falconry test, which I found especially fun! It’s also good for me to hear the
English falconry terms, for instance:</p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US">“<b>furniture</b>” is “<i><b>Geschirr</b>.</i>” The confusing part of that is that both are
familiar words but have completely different meanings outside the world of
falconry. “Furniture” translates to “<i><b>Möbel</b></i>” in German, and “<i>Geschirr</i>”
translates to “<b>dishes</b>” in English*! In falconry, both words mean the equipment
that the bird wears, such as <b>jesses</b> (<i><b>Geschüh</b></i>), ring, address ring or plate,
leash (<i>Langfessel</i>), and so on.</span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US">
*<span style="font-size: x-small;">To be completely accurate, “<i>Geschirr</i>” also translates to “harness.”</span></span></p></blockquote><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">You can
find his videos on Youtube by searching for “Mercer Falconry.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjStqmabpVLW2tN4oFtgwZMRQkwSdaDlSG1Be3Q-hqNO8OEeY_KAwC6cTt0RVsDRaZL9T-zpDcuL3g3EtuY4A3Bu7N4YTY6w76FM3YKo4Wn2gl7et4UBtEPHrctSCDrs-xbkdbjnauubQeoo6rINZ1oPjrUcj0uP8oc3KvwWTXNXOvrgbSGRDDq3eaH/s1000/IMG_1846.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjStqmabpVLW2tN4oFtgwZMRQkwSdaDlSG1Be3Q-hqNO8OEeY_KAwC6cTt0RVsDRaZL9T-zpDcuL3g3EtuY4A3Bu7N4YTY6w76FM3YKo4Wn2gl7et4UBtEPHrctSCDrs-xbkdbjnauubQeoo6rINZ1oPjrUcj0uP8oc3KvwWTXNXOvrgbSGRDDq3eaH/s320/IMG_1846.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Furniture / <i>Geschirr</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And you had
to know I’d find a <a href="https://falconryandme.com/index.html" target="_blank">falconer in Scotland</a>! <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TT966-g7DhI" target="_blank">This video</a> shows Amy hawking with her baby, two
dogs and her Harris hawk.</span><span lang="EN-US"> She also has an adorable little
<i>Steinkauz</i> called Hiccup! You can find all her videos by searching Youtube for “Falconry
and me.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiudsCDXXBku-4OYDY-Q5XEh_qNDORH0Bu2PsennIH5Oe73vQXCzETc4-ojdzR3wI0azeI0kbpRJgEfTIPe8V14wIjBPUy97sbPAha5LU_pduL4vkhPToa2c9CwRsqVwQqy9bKVVXLaZDIGN7OyaQrBNIPHVnkZbh1-Vii7-sN6l4twrnuGjAkgwDWU/s1000/DSC04718.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="667" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiudsCDXXBku-4OYDY-Q5XEh_qNDORH0Bu2PsennIH5Oe73vQXCzETc4-ojdzR3wI0azeI0kbpRJgEfTIPe8V14wIjBPUy97sbPAha5LU_pduL4vkhPToa2c9CwRsqVwQqy9bKVVXLaZDIGN7OyaQrBNIPHVnkZbh1-Vii7-sN6l4twrnuGjAkgwDWU/s320/DSC04718.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Steinkauz</i> / Little owl</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Last of the English links, I found a video of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iioOY3f7Z4w" target="_blank">hawk hunting with the Ohio School of Falconry</a>, which begins with an informative talk about several different type of birds and then follows the falconers on a hunt.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Deutsche Links</span></span></h3><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Diese Dokuserie, <a href="https://www.ardmediathek.de/video/die-falknerei-am-rennsteig/die-falknerei-am-rennsteig-s01-e01/mdr-fernsehen/Y3JpZDovL21kci5kZS9iZWl0cmFnL2Ntcy8zOWU1NDE1Ni1kOGY5LTQxOTMtYTYxOC1iNTdjNzAwNTEwZTg" target="_blank">die Falknerei am Rennsteig</a>, habe ich ein paar Mal im Fernsehen gesehen, und glücklicherweise sind alle ihre Folgen in der MDR Mediathek. Die Folgen zeigen eine Falknerei und Familienunternehmen und liefern viel Information über ihre Arbeit, das Abtragen (Training) von Greifvögeln und Eulen - und auch von Jungfalknern! - Haltung, Pflege und Gesundheitsvorsorge von ihren Tieren und auch Pflegevögeln und -Eulen, die zu ihnen gebracht werden weil sie krank oder verletzt sind. Sie machen auch Öffentlichkeitsarbeit, gehen auf Beizjagd mit Adler, Harris Hawks und Falken, und machen Flugvorführungen vor Ort.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sie haben schon zwei Staffeln und ich hoffe es geht weiter.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSqnt8tnsKjM8OZXDyjl8_vygghgTDiaoxICMe1ffBSg5hGl2DnACVDgDVrvyJUnUXZH1HPJ25gxjcSiC8GSAW8ELUh1T2HBLPALFoJqhNKxa9SEntaIKh0HkyOphJtZ-mMWvWA4e7kXQdKOOdxMEcgoRFgI-zeJcSPXcPNrVB6bDNGPTt8PpK82fo/s2000/IMG_6385.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="2000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSqnt8tnsKjM8OZXDyjl8_vygghgTDiaoxICMe1ffBSg5hGl2DnACVDgDVrvyJUnUXZH1HPJ25gxjcSiC8GSAW8ELUh1T2HBLPALFoJqhNKxa9SEntaIKh0HkyOphJtZ-mMWvWA4e7kXQdKOOdxMEcgoRFgI-zeJcSPXcPNrVB6bDNGPTt8PpK82fo/s320/IMG_6385.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">bei einer Flugvorführung</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dieser Dokufilm zeigt einen kleinen Teil der </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WL2Rm7azQfM&t=127s" style="font-family: inherit;" target="_blank">Falkerausbildung, Training und Beizjagd</a><span style="font-family: inherit;"> bei der Bayrischen Landesjagdschule in Wunsiedel.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Zuletzt ist <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5KOM4vMIvQI" target="_blank">eine Reportage über zwei Falkner</a>, ihre Beizvögel und ihre Jobs, z.B. Krähenvergrämen auf einem Flughafen und auf einem Campingplatz eine Kaninchenplage zu bekämpfen. Einen verstoßenen Falken mit Telemetrie zu suchen ist auch dabei!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ich brauche offensichtlich mehr Links von deutschen Falknern, also wenn du Youtube Channels oder Dokufilme über Falknerei zu empfehlen hast, teile sie bitte in den Kommentaren unten oder schicke mir eine E-Mail!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtS7tQUV5prBbJua36IRjAn1o3YH4qzjSBfLavZIsjcdadNCUA61iNK15V8j-_j6RQmYgYxYUDGgWVEVBV8CO-tn_1xSk49hYTxHJ6rT5jZFVHjRaJJaKH16hyoKFeBafz4PAuFh91Ii-us0yjsmFtMCbr9b_o07p9TM5wueyziNULRGQCFfEo9fI/s1000/NYKraehe_5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtS7tQUV5prBbJua36IRjAn1o3YH4qzjSBfLavZIsjcdadNCUA61iNK15V8j-_j6RQmYgYxYUDGgWVEVBV8CO-tn_1xSk49hYTxHJ6rT5jZFVHjRaJJaKH16hyoKFeBafz4PAuFh91Ii-us0yjsmFtMCbr9b_o07p9TM5wueyziNULRGQCFfEo9fI/s320/NYKraehe_5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-47324317996391877352022-03-23T00:20:00.011+01:002022-04-14T22:27:26.429+02:00Book Talk: All the Frequent Troubles of our Days<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKY8RY9X7v8adAc_3GQygP_FENw0phbGs1KdmcQKlGNmNtt0Hc5mLn3lW7iwOU02-qrL4Rf1-wXn-VQc23JeY8g_ryIyFhHm0UbrDAdXD5gFr774-zqdOT-ZJDA0IaQ5jMcXh1skrjb4k9LuegoBWoPmqxykmdIBWWY-KoODge3qw7k8ouWCpiI4iA/s1000/Frequent%20Troubles.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKY8RY9X7v8adAc_3GQygP_FENw0phbGs1KdmcQKlGNmNtt0Hc5mLn3lW7iwOU02-qrL4Rf1-wXn-VQc23JeY8g_ryIyFhHm0UbrDAdXD5gFr774-zqdOT-ZJDA0IaQ5jMcXh1skrjb4k9LuegoBWoPmqxykmdIBWWY-KoODge3qw7k8ouWCpiI4iA/s320/Frequent%20Troubles.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I’ve just
finished <u><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53023523-all-the-frequent-troubles-of-our-days" target="_blank">All the Frequent Troubles of our Days</a></u>, by Rebecca Donner. For
me 2022 has so far been a year of extremely good books, but this one left me in
awe. I’m not one for idle praise or liking a book only because I have a
connection to it or its author. Donner is a brilliant storyteller, and I was
pulled in from the first chapter. She ended the story with touching and poetic
words, and, not knowing it was over (there were 74 more pages!), when I turned the page and saw “Acknowledgements”
I actually shouted “No!” Although she ended the story beautifully, I was not
ready to stop reading. So for the first time in my life I read every one of her
acknowledgments and am now going through her end notes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">When I
taught high school German in Wisconsin, I alternated the curriculum each year
in my combined level 3 & 4 class. One topic was the resistance: one
year I taught “<i><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27473061-die-wei-e-rose?ac=1&from_search=true&qid=ZFytYHWYdN&rank=3" target="_blank">die Weiße Rose</a></i>” (the short novel followed by the 1982
movie), and the next year I taught a unit focusing on the 2000 film “<a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0250264/" target="_blank">Bonhoeffer: Agent of Grace</a>.” Since I was teaching at a Catholic school and we were expected
to begin class with a prayer or reflection, I was able to teach my students one
of Bonhoeffer’s prayers: “<i>Gott, in mir ist es finster, aber bei dir ist das Licht</i>.” In the film Bonhoeffer prays this prayer through the wall with the prisoner in
the cell next to his.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Many of the
names in Donner’s book are familiar to me. In fact, when my mom first told me
in autumn 2021 that there was a book out about Mildred Harnack, I knew her name
right away. Admittedly I was more familiar with her husband and brother-in-law
than with Mildred, as she only gets a brief mention – if that – in general
sources about the resistance. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Indeed,
while reading Donner’s biography about Mildred I found myself wondering many
times how it is that I’d never realized her importance in the story of the
Circle (known by many as “<i>die Rote Kapelle</i>”). How greatly this would
have enhanced my teaching of both stories – <i>die Weiße Rose</i> and
Bonhoeffer! <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Mildred was
from Milwaukee, Wisconsin – 68 miles from the school where I was teaching.<br />
Mildred was the only female U.S. citizen to be executed by the Nazis.<br />
Mildred was the only U.S. citizen to be executed on direct orders of Hitler.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Those
points alone would have brought the stories closer to my students.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Now to the
book. Rebecca Donner used primary sources where she still could, having found
Don Heath Jr., Mildred Harnack’s young courier in Berlin, and speaking with her own
grandmother, Jane Donner Sweeny (nee Esch), Mildred’s niece. Additionally, as
she tells us in the Author’s Note, she used letters, postcards, memoirs,
diaries, and handwritten notes, along with secondary sources such as newspaper
articles, archived documents, and the <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/687046.Resisting_Hitler?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=0Cfb4pjVCf&rank=1" target="_blank">first biography of Mildred Harnack</a>. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The
twelve sections of the book follow the people and their stories chronologically, though there are
now and then helpful flashbacks or jumps forward that helped me keep track of
who everyone was and how they influenced or told about the events. The people
involved in the resistance came alive for me on the pages, as Donner described their personalities so vividly. I can only imagine daring what they did under the
watchful eye of such a brutally sadistic regime. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">We think
such a thing as Hitler and his Nazis could never be in power again, and if so
we (the western world) would handle things differently. But then I read about
how many Germans were unconcerned in the early days of Hitler because he was
just eccentric and claimed Germany wanted peace, and later how the western world tried to deal with him first with
diplomacy and appeasement. If he gets the Sudetenland, maybe he’ll be satisfied
and quit. That rings too many bells at this point, considering Crimea, Ukraine
and Putin.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I can recommend this book to anyone interested in WWII history,
especially in the resistance movements. Also to anyone wanting to read about
women who faced great risks to fight for a better world. I believe those who
know the stories of the two most well-known resistance groups better than I do
will be intrigued by the connections between them and the names they’ll
recognize:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Mildred and Arvid Harnack</span></li><li><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Falk Harnack </span></li><li><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Dietrich Bonhoeffer*</span></li><li><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Klaus Bonhoeffer</span></li><li><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Hans von Dohn</span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">á</span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">nyi** (married to Bonhoeffer’s
sister)<o:p></o:p></span></li><li><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Admiral Wilhelm Canaris</span></li><li><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Hans and Sophie Scholl (siblings involved with <i>die Weiße Rose</i>)</span></li></ul><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">*Well-known German actor Ulrich Tukur acted in both "die Weiße Rose" as Willi Graf, friend of the Scholls and resistance fighter, and 18 years later as Dietrich Bonhoeffer in "Bonhoeffer: Agent of Grace." <br />**Justus von Dohn</span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">á</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span><span style="font-size: x-small;">nyi, the grandson of Hans, is an
actor and directer who acted in the film “Bonhoeffer: Agent of Grace.”</span><br /></span></span></p>
<p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">…as well as details from the resistance story Donner also tells about in her book:<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 18pt;"></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span lang="EN-US">Falk
Harnack meets with Hans Scholl in November 1942 about distributing leaflets and connecting the resistance groups (depicted in “<i>die Weiße Rose</i>”)</span></li><li><span lang="EN-US">Bonhoeffer
secretly sent messages to his fiancé and family by marking one letter every 10
pages in books (backwards) that prison guards allowed visitors to bring to
him</span></li><li><span lang="EN-US">Bonhoeffer
and von Dohn</span><span lang="EN-US">á</span><span lang="EN-US">nyi were involved in the “Valkyrie
plot” to kill Hitler, which failed and led to their arrests<o:p></o:p></span></li><li><span lang="EN-US">Bonhoeffer,
as a Lutheran minister, had conflicting thoughts about being involved in the
plot to murder a person even as despicable as Hitler</span></li><li><span lang="EN-US">Prisoners
held in brick cells and carefully watched still found ways to communicate with each other</span></li><li><span lang="EN-US">forms of
active and passive resistance</span></li></ul><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">…and the places that Donner mentions:<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 18pt;"></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span lang="EN-US">University
of Wisconsin, Madison and State Street</span></li><li><span lang="EN-US">Wannsee,
near Berlin</span></li><li><span lang="EN-US">the KaDeWe
(<i>Kaufhaus des Westens</i>, largest department store in Europe)</span></li><li><span lang="EN-US">Milwaukee,
Wisconsin</span></li><li><span lang="EN-US">Alexanderplatz,
Berlin</span></li><li><span lang="EN-US">the Black
Forest, where Mildred and Arvid take a hiking vacation to rejuvenate</span></li><li><span lang="EN-US">UW-Madison, Sterling and Bascom Halls: Arvid and Mildred met because Arvid mixed up the two neighboring lecture halls</span></li></ul><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqz8yaafdqL6C5eaLHBXEseNECCYUi9qwdnmkiECTPeMnXwibGLmCMq6aWuHl8zEsLd7m4C8C2AMwX-Sda65Ms0UxFqhFjjbxo7ITW8Iktycvbyy9kDZcyhgaMuNCTpPxGk61eN4RnCdydtE8fn5dC5N3qJgYNb36EwdsCNtt22MdBtNhfU809p1mM/s1000/DSCF2988.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqz8yaafdqL6C5eaLHBXEseNECCYUi9qwdnmkiECTPeMnXwibGLmCMq6aWuHl8zEsLd7m4C8C2AMwX-Sda65Ms0UxFqhFjjbxo7ITW8Iktycvbyy9kDZcyhgaMuNCTpPxGk61eN4RnCdydtE8fn5dC5N3qJgYNb36EwdsCNtt22MdBtNhfU809p1mM/s320/DSCF2988.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bascom Hall? Or Sterling Hall?<br />Madison, Wisconsin</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The familiarity of these names, events and places drew me in, but it was
the details I did not previously know that made this book special for me. A
book only gets a top rating from me when it makes me think more deeply about
something or when I learn something valuable from it. And I certainly learned a
lot from this book about Mildred’s life, the lives of those close to her and
the resistance movement. It's also pretty impossible to read a book like this and not ask yourself what you would have done under those same circumstances.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr0Hz_i7TGjHPUg-6hzanH7FwdQMpuxxDJUm9GPE5UIkua0HDpUE2uJ7vKKryCrIjYaTnn9nYCudpOlfTQWsXR_FiAy6RjFDevO0SSZxScyA8aRlKvcR5sPcNoUKRVRK6hF5kAg8b2WtlGmp0iPoZycmgFQyfF6LzvTEqyEC6_OI5m_HlgMT83LGMc/s1000/slides-0066.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr0Hz_i7TGjHPUg-6hzanH7FwdQMpuxxDJUm9GPE5UIkua0HDpUE2uJ7vKKryCrIjYaTnn9nYCudpOlfTQWsXR_FiAy6RjFDevO0SSZxScyA8aRlKvcR5sPcNoUKRVRK6hF5kAg8b2WtlGmp0iPoZycmgFQyfF6LzvTEqyEC6_OI5m_HlgMT83LGMc/s320/slides-0066.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Plötzensee Memorial, Berlin</td></tr></tbody></table><span lang="EN-US"><br />When I was on the student exchange in 1986, the coordinator of the exchange in Esslingen (now my <i>Schwiegermutter</i>/mother-in-law) took us to Berlin for 5 days. While there, we visited the site of the Berlin prison, <a href="https://www.gedenkstaette-ploetzensee.de/" target="_blank">Plötzensee</a>. I took a few pictures of the site, as well as the large memorial urn that contains dirt from each of the concentration camps, but didn’t know much about the significance of it then. That is where Mildred and Arvid Harnack were executed.</span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmy46Ik8tnPkxocIDTi_JBHy0X2tcHxJQEfuLfe3a8d4rXvAIIzaRC0R4_0U7VR60ZGdgzLwG7X-lwea78Q6XzUIZSFrJwLVjfLt7OIge5Vox2t6ZBRpOExu0KSewuyzpN1ZJrrqb1-7x0vIcHRHaxEyZxKPCdNzhczC75n_5O1vNj6F6C0Ip_P6m/s1000/slides-0067.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="667" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmy46Ik8tnPkxocIDTi_JBHy0X2tcHxJQEfuLfe3a8d4rXvAIIzaRC0R4_0U7VR60ZGdgzLwG7X-lwea78Q6XzUIZSFrJwLVjfLt7OIge5Vox2t6ZBRpOExu0KSewuyzpN1ZJrrqb1-7x0vIcHRHaxEyZxKPCdNzhczC75n_5O1vNj6F6C0Ip_P6m/s320/slides-0067.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Memorial urn at Plötzensee<br />"Die Urne enthält Erde<br />aus deutschen Konzentrationslagern"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Lastly I
will mention, though it is not important to Mildred’s story or Donner’s book, I
share a family connection to Mildred and Rebecca if you dig through the family
tree thoroughly enough to explore the Esch and Jung lines. Apparently Rebecca and I are 4<sup>th</sup> cousins,
meaning we share an ancestor. </p>The book will be available in Germany in August 2022, and Rebecca Donner herself told me the German translation will be released in September 2022!<div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Gott, zu dir rufe ich!<br />In mir ist es finster,<br />aber bei dir ist das Licht;<br />ich bin einsam,<br />aber du verlässt mich nicht;<br />ich bin kleinmütig,<br />aber bei dir ist die Hilfe;<br />ich bin unruhig,<br />aber bei dir ist der Friede;<br />in mir ist Bitterkeit,<br />aber bei dir ist die Geduld;<br />ich verstehe deine Wege nicht,<br />aber du weißt den Weg für mich.</p><p> ~Dietrich Bonhoeffer</p><p><br /></p></div>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-3005764063223380202022-03-05T18:33:00.001+01:002022-03-06T17:37:59.399+01:00Reading Banned Books<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">In the
midst of the horror of Putin’s attack on and invasion of Ukraine, it seems
petty to write about anything else. Another part of me says those of us who are able also need to keep living and functioning while we still can. The outpouring of
aid in the way of helpers, goods, and money going to those having to flee their
homes because of that man’s madness is at least something to give us hope. Reading and writing is a way for me to keep a grip on what still works in this world.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Before
Putin’s war started I was planning my reading strategy for the next few months: focusing on books banned at some time and place in the US during the last
several decades. That began after I found out that Art Spiegelman's <i><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15196.Maus_I?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=DXVlsG3j8d&rank=1" target="_blank">Maus</a></i> had been removed
from the 8<sup>th</sup> grade curriculum in a Tennessee district due to nudity (it’s
a graphic novel about the Holocaust featuring <b>mice</b> as the main characters) and
a few “naughty words.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSOY9z_tsfE_nHDYW5am5GsdX99kZ5d-0R4-Dd4e7EABJkfsnvsqAoTQyu0Ex2K7NBv1A6WRQQrd4FBsnAeAyGWbWT-6mfsfLVzkhBRlgyHa_RDWXxPX9L23Uxbir_dn95MlhnDgjG43MewJ7rVvdlZRVtgRIALLU6GM5PNezpT_9eErkShpwUiJXu=s1000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSOY9z_tsfE_nHDYW5am5GsdX99kZ5d-0R4-Dd4e7EABJkfsnvsqAoTQyu0Ex2K7NBv1A6WRQQrd4FBsnAeAyGWbWT-6mfsfLVzkhBRlgyHa_RDWXxPX9L23Uxbir_dn95MlhnDgjG43MewJ7rVvdlZRVtgRIALLU6GM5PNezpT_9eErkShpwUiJXu=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not pictured: <i>Looking for Alaska</i><br />I gave it to a friend to read.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Notice: This post contains no spoilers. </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt;">I
ordered the book again (having left my first copy in my German classroom when I
left the US), though I accidentally ordered the German version. Therefore I can’t
speak to the “naughty words” other than assuming “</span><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt;">verdammt</i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt;">” (damn) was a
problem. And indeed, there is a drawing of a human in a bathtub – the author’s
mother in a flashback scene – and two curved lines and dots amount to human
breasts. In a drawing. These book-banners are unbelievable. Spiegelman’s
graphic novel is a brilliant way to introduce young readers to the horror of the
Holocaust. The fact that the Jews are mice and the Nazis cats softens the shock
a bit for younger readers. But because of two breasts and a few swear words, this
group of parents and/or school board members thinks the book should be removed.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">From there
I moved to <i>the Handmaid’s Tale</i>, which I found less shocking than I
expected to. That one has been banned/challenged for profanity and “sexual
overtones.” Those who aim to ban books haven’t been listening to their children
or their children’s friends, have they? It's more than a little ironic that the book-banners don't object to the fact that an entire class of women are nothing more than breeding machines with no rights, but a few swear words put them on alert.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-US"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10518900-looking-for-alaska" target="_blank">Looking for Alaska</a></span></i><span lang="EN-US"> was the
next one, having earned a spot on the Office of Intellectual Freedom's <a href="https://www.ala.org/advocacy/bbooks/frequentlychallengedbooks/top10" target="_blank">Top Ten Most Challenged Books list</a> several years running. Challenged
because of a sexually explicit scene that could lead readers to experiment and
for profanity. I’m sorry to say I don’t even remember the sexually explicit
scene. Very briefly put, it tells the story of several teenagers at a boarding school and the struggles of growing up. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-US"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40948486-george" target="_blank">George</a></span></i><span lang="EN-US">, by Alex Gino, was my next banned book,
having appeared as #1 on the above Top Ten list for the last 3 years in a row.
This is a YA (young adult) novel about a child in grade school who was born a
boy but is sure she is really a girl. It’s a story told from the point-of-view
of a trans girl, and that apparently scares book-banners. One of the stated reasons for the
challenge is that the book contains a transgender character. I think they fear
that reading such a book might make a reader say, “Yes, that is the life I want
for myself.” I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure that’s not the way it works.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">My most recent
book was <i><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12532265-the-kite-runner" target="_blank">The Kite Runner</a></i>. I’d heard of it before but didn’t know anything
about it. This multigenerational novel tells the story of two boys from
Afghanistan: Amir and his family’s servant’s son Hassan. I got choked up on the
last page, and that does not happen to me often. The objections to the book
that I find most ridiculous are that it could promote Islam (several of the
characters pray, some regularly) and that it contains homosexuality. It does
NOT contain homosexuality, for heaven’s sake. There is a rape scene and both
perpetrator and victim are boys. But that is not homosexuality. Do we describe
a rape scene where the perpetrator and victim are different genders as “heterosexuality”?
Honestly…<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I’m now
reading <i><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34845395-i-know-why-the-caged-bird-sings" target="_blank">I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings</a></i>, by Maya Angelou, and feeling
somewhat scornful of myself for not having read this earlier in my life. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The other
books I have read so far this year, with the exception of <i><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1604653.Getting_Along_With_The_Germans_In_Englischer_Sprache" target="_blank">Getting Along with the Germans</a></i>, would very likely also be banned or challenged somewhere in
the US because of “profanity.” It seems that the appearance of even one “goddamn,”
“fucking,” or “holy shit” can get a book challenged by people who clearly don’t
spend much time around the young readers they are pretending to protect from
the realities of the world. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I watched the
part of a <a href="https://mckinneyisdtx.swagit.com/play/02232022-611?fbclid=IwAR0sIvSLtMPbKUT2BSaBOj2xFki2hVtl9C1Nxzhep5P_BZ4eJRdnd44m5bA" target="_blank">school board meeting in McKinney County, Texas</a> in which students,
parents, and teachers were invited to speak about a list of 282 books a set of
parents wanted removed from the library shelves, and my jaw dropped several
times. Already during the second speaker a man had to be thrown out for trying to shout her down for opposing the ban. Happily there were others who also spoke against the challenge. <a href="https://billkonigsberg.com/an-open-letter-to-parents-who-wish-to-ban-my-books-from-school-libraries/?fbclid=IwAR2ZpeHV-jszBXuMRTLt-WLCORbpW-RJkRXIqPKrsx2AUojo5MchtYSGEgY" target="_blank">Here</a> is
an open letter from the author of one of those books, which I have on order.
The letter fell on deaf ears because it was published before that school board
meeting. What else would you expect?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">One parent said he objects to his tax money paying for books he finds offensive to be on the shelves. I could almost understand that, until he said parents who don't object to those books should just go out and buy them. Some children can only read what the library provides because their parents cannot afford to order from Ama*on every time their child wants to read a book. How much of that first dad's tax contribution goes toward a $14 book? Or even 282 $14 books? He needs to sit down.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;">
</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">As one
person on Twitter wrote, “Parents, your kids have access to the entire internet
on their phones almost all day long. Books are not the problem.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQBgDWxJPdFC3XGDit2Y9mMSX82BrEtZzlZps2QIQtJ_CMX6xlIPcLjThSD3-zBRW8LUG66AqThDeDMPEewBo8KX7DEzafJpWt_Ad3A8SxmY6BKl9iS65T0MkdZgCJV40tXKxeQFr8jBIeLzTTguHvel_me0e8IKglxLIO23SXEV1dm6yNimRn4iNq=s1000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQBgDWxJPdFC3XGDit2Y9mMSX82BrEtZzlZps2QIQtJ_CMX6xlIPcLjThSD3-zBRW8LUG66AqThDeDMPEewBo8KX7DEzafJpWt_Ad3A8SxmY6BKl9iS65T0MkdZgCJV40tXKxeQFr8jBIeLzTTguHvel_me0e8IKglxLIO23SXEV1dm6yNimRn4iNq=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"STOP BANNING BOOKS!!!"<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">On the
other hand, the best way to get kids to be interested in something is to tell them
they shouldn’t be. The best way to get kids to read a book is to tell them it’s
off limits.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But seriously. Stop banning books. Go to your child's library, give the librarian a list of the books your sheltered child is not permitted to read, and leave the rest of the world alone. Better yet, when your child wants to read a book, you read it also and talk about it together. Oh damn. I forgot. One of the challenges to the book <i>George</i> (see above) was that "schools and libraries should not 'put books in a child's hand that require discussion'." Good grief.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">By the way, book banning is not a thing in Germany nowadays. It was once, but they've wisened up since then. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></p>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-36460626990237479362022-02-15T20:58:00.002+01:002022-02-16T20:42:33.612+01:00Kestrel Rescue<p><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I
might have saved a wee <i>Turmfalke</i> (Kestrel, a small falcon) today, at least from
death under the wheels of some vehicle or being finished off by crows. For a
falconer this is nothing remotely new, but this was my first time, so it has
been quite an experience for me.</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0kzQ-fTQC5OSljHXd2wPPRrQCS7yc7EWpWsQqk99smeAEIRXsRot2PVpral-83AGnjI1Y27m-JdIrJ-Q2tyKAX-2GNoYUNj3uQgurI7-nooX86PFqfgd922vqeYUohdCKnrn-xlAT9IY9qJfxrBZMJraUn8Sm68xpBHwvggE2IvrYKS-aSWxupQlk=s1000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0kzQ-fTQC5OSljHXd2wPPRrQCS7yc7EWpWsQqk99smeAEIRXsRot2PVpral-83AGnjI1Y27m-JdIrJ-Q2tyKAX-2GNoYUNj3uQgurI7-nooX86PFqfgd922vqeYUohdCKnrn-xlAT9IY9qJfxrBZMJraUn8Sm68xpBHwvggE2IvrYKS-aSWxupQlk=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I
was actually on my way to Hekate’s <i>Voliere</i>, because her falconer is in France
on business and asked me to look after her. At one point I saw a small bird or
owl <u>right</u> on the side of the road as I drove past. I have too often seen
buzzards (hawks) too close to the road and feared for their safety if they should
take off across the road in front of a car. This little one was way too close,
so I screeched to a halt, parked off the road, grabbed my falconer’s glove and
went over to shoo it away from the road. I crossed to the other side so I would approach it in a way that, if it could fly away, it would do so
toward the field rather than the road. Then I saw a bus coming! I gestured to it to slow down and
cringed, hoping he wouldn’t drive any closer to the right! The resulting wind
knocked the bird over, but it was still alive. I crossed over to her (by now I could
see it was a <i>Turmfalke</i> and was pretty sure it was a female) and saw right away
that one eye was badly injured. She also couldn’t fly away, so she tried her
best to scare me off.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I talked
soothingly to her while she tried to fight me, gently grabbed her so her wings
were against her body and her little talons were somewhat secured, and brought
her back to my car. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwvdO6PfcHEH1O8M5Lf1SE0nlWuEzn446c6cnb3zLAvWosZ3u-l12Hd3x61FxU_tAb75GSEIPd8NkfMD7AG5YjA8EIbKS1rgC89CDgBF1T0Xbv6Egvt6WElzHKSiXZavF_xda4xLJW11yssr3RC-5R_HQKKXOrScXBv7w-hruZBxrtGnOFs4AVY3yU=s1000" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwvdO6PfcHEH1O8M5Lf1SE0nlWuEzn446c6cnb3zLAvWosZ3u-l12Hd3x61FxU_tAb75GSEIPd8NkfMD7AG5YjA8EIbKS1rgC89CDgBF1T0Xbv6Egvt6WElzHKSiXZavF_xda4xLJW11yssr3RC-5R_HQKKXOrScXBv7w-hruZBxrtGnOFs4AVY3yU=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">poor little dear</td></tr></tbody></table><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></p>For crow
hawking I always have hand towels and a rectangular bucket in the car, so I swaddled
her in the towel while she tried to bite and claw me, laid her in the bucket, covered
her with another towel and wondered what the hell to do now. What a time for
my mentor to be out of the country!<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I sent her and M a message asking for ideas but drove to Hekate's <i>Voliere</i>, since I knew there was a vet's number there who deals with raptors. Hekate was clearly happy to see me, confident I'd be bringing her lunch. My mentor sent me the phone number of a falconer she knows who might be able to help, so I called him. He picked up on my second try, rather confused (and at work). Once he understood the situation, though, he told me where he was - basically back very close to where we live! I apologized to Hekate, jumped back into the car, and drove to where the falconer (Ron) was, checking every 5 minutes or so that the falcon was still alive. Ron had a look at her, determined the eye injury might not be so bad but her left wing was also broken, so there might not be much hope. There was still plenty of life in her as she tried to claw and bite Ron, who at one point asked me to pry one of her talons out of his hand.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">We went to Ron’s
van where he had a cardboard box, and as he opened the back he said, “I have a
bird in here.” Sure enough, one of his falcons was sitting on her cadge on the
floor of the van. The life of a falconer…</p><p class="MsoNormal">Ron put Kessie* in the box with the towel, and she just lay there, poor thing. He said he'd call a vet he knows who specializes in raptors, and he'd keep me posted. He warned me that a broken wing on a <i>Turmfalke</i> is usually too hard to repair because they are so small. And perhaps she would die quietly in the box - but at least it wouldn't be on the side of the road. I said I couldn't just leave her there, and he said he would have done what I did.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjz5EUdF0_HbqoUAiT-C6NTjM1iIYF_9ygddTDKbu4lRIMdtf_SmFXuih7BgyexRTp68PhwuuiXg2KTjWmJyALukXht-uAd4egRuOSE16FJAUFSuyrMpGm33n4X8GfQ_B6cSb1MYwSuQyQ6go9Is_jWP_7OrhQxRO0baUN12NL0NyUoEbeDAl8GlIIy=s1000" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjz5EUdF0_HbqoUAiT-C6NTjM1iIYF_9ygddTDKbu4lRIMdtf_SmFXuih7BgyexRTp68PhwuuiXg2KTjWmJyALukXht-uAd4egRuOSE16FJAUFSuyrMpGm33n4X8GfQ_B6cSb1MYwSuQyQ6go9Is_jWP_7OrhQxRO0baUN12NL0NyUoEbeDAl8GlIIy=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*I definitely did not name her Kessie, because you shouldn't<br />name wild animals that might not make it.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt;">I drove
back home to eat something and then returned to a confused but hopeful Hekate.
She knows me well by now, but this was the first time I was with her alone. She
came right to my glove, sat patiently while I fumbled to secure the jesses,
stepped onto the scale like a good girl, and then when I released her back into
her <i>Voliere</i>, she went right to the feeding perch and banged on the door to make it
clear to me that I was to feed her. NOW. I really am like the staff. I serve
her her meal (a yummy crow wing I’d kept in a plastic container in our fridge
since Sunday), wait while she eats, and then I get to clean up the mess she
made. Feathers everywhere. I should have taken a picture of that. The photo below is just what was on her food perch. The entire ground was full.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiI_h8SIFkE3k3uilclTL6f1KI8ZDLRjA5iJXrlLZkqqJFNA6imVoaNN0c9rGuGQNj8EtMSrRnic8f9C-3nxNc21xPFynoCUTU1qX6IaYed65ZZo14z302ie2vDAM0ZVlOku0rHCXWGR0ik1QTnj_myn3zHckiEmckx-D24T2ibdUGKAYO3wS5DUXIV=s1000" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiI_h8SIFkE3k3uilclTL6f1KI8ZDLRjA5iJXrlLZkqqJFNA6imVoaNN0c9rGuGQNj8EtMSrRnic8f9C-3nxNc21xPFynoCUTU1qX6IaYed65ZZo14z302ie2vDAM0ZVlOku0rHCXWGR0ik1QTnj_myn3zHckiEmckx-D24T2ibdUGKAYO3wS5DUXIV=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dude, you've got feathers stuck to your beak.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsCEnXFHX7OnqVsDdbQkD6nnqvevxua0HntC-oFZ0eDHOxksCGAZAIHn59Rqd2hON28u8v07C_lCcPB8m_cc3gAYFppGVUuq6_AgkgQ9W7jIw_8XIO1KJEcPCJe2QkTyKt3LHvKFPpwJetaxOGBkLFHUQGtZvNzXH2Aq2HCSx6ZrhNapQj0HGNxq3T=s1000" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsCEnXFHX7OnqVsDdbQkD6nnqvevxua0HntC-oFZ0eDHOxksCGAZAIHn59Rqd2hON28u8v07C_lCcPB8m_cc3gAYFppGVUuq6_AgkgQ9W7jIw_8XIO1KJEcPCJe2QkTyKt3LHvKFPpwJetaxOGBkLFHUQGtZvNzXH2Aq2HCSx6ZrhNapQj0HGNxq3T=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Staring intently at the <i>Futterklappe</i> (food hatch)<br />hoping for more</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A few hours
later I got a call from Ron, who said the vet was not put off hearing about the
<i>Turmfalke</i>’s broken wing, and so there’s still some hope. I hope Kessie makes it! I will post an update when I know more.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrB9BMudsOCD9A8Q949wZIjxiOrundkh3NtZ2ZqEA1ZhrBecXbkUnkQ_PMiYsGI_OXjKcSOoqbNS5L63-bc18USmmuMGy5CMbsEJJ-UxCDs9ditzH0mYgRFFBlDYLtm5iIHpM7J2hq20SEE4jv90gsJuRHPV8UBPhNyo3xSgM3d3EXu951eB3UmDg3=s1000" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrB9BMudsOCD9A8Q949wZIjxiOrundkh3NtZ2ZqEA1ZhrBecXbkUnkQ_PMiYsGI_OXjKcSOoqbNS5L63-bc18USmmuMGy5CMbsEJJ-UxCDs9ditzH0mYgRFFBlDYLtm5iIHpM7J2hq20SEE4jv90gsJuRHPV8UBPhNyo3xSgM3d3EXu951eB3UmDg3=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finally fed and content again</td></tr></tbody></table><span lang="EN-US"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: red;">Update: The <i>Turmfalke</i> / kestrel was humanely euthanized by the veterinarian after it was determined that nothing could be done for her.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: red;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: red;"><br /></span></p>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-8055867774510512462022-01-21T19:05:00.000+01:002022-01-21T19:05:20.355+01:00Shooting in English<p><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Vor Kurzem
hat jemand in einer Facebook-Gruppe für Falkner eine Frage gepostet:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">„<i>Gäbe es
zufällig Falkner aus Bayern, deren Tiere man für ein Shooting buchen könnte?</i>“<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Ich bin
Amerikanerin und meine Muttersprache ist Englisch. „Shooting“ ist ein englisches
Wort und bedeutet „<i>Schießerei</i>“. Also, nein, ich bin mir sicher, dass keine
Falkner – egal wo – würden zulassen, dass ihre Greifvögel und Eulen für eine Schießerei gebucht
werden.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Wenn ich
meinen Eltern eine E-Mail mit dem Betreff „Shooting at a falconry
center“</span><span style="font-size: 16px;"> </span><span style="font-size: 16px;">schreiben würde,</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> würden sie schockiert weiterlesen, um zu schauen wie viele Menschen
und Tiere erschossen wurden. Es passiert immer wieder in den USA. Ok, eher in
Schulen und Gebetshäusern als in Falknereien, aber du verstehst, was ich meine.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuP-SYPl4FDutc5hbPU1AJZATkx0JxxUzPai4xJyKIIXDVvhyG_MksxhrlBMcIrobK0YXljNJX-3JKaAdDGOAB0fGzM62PhWdQ__im8BX9zyNZ9RRJVwAh9CaowBjS4aK-H3KM6oMD7Jt7K3Y0OKRm_BTs1KBX_EHavlujnhCd2lNqaDZPHNGWAsKW=s1000" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="385" data-original-width="1000" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuP-SYPl4FDutc5hbPU1AJZATkx0JxxUzPai4xJyKIIXDVvhyG_MksxhrlBMcIrobK0YXljNJX-3JKaAdDGOAB0fGzM62PhWdQ__im8BX9zyNZ9RRJVwAh9CaowBjS4aK-H3KM6oMD7Jt7K3Y0OKRm_BTs1KBX_EHavlujnhCd2lNqaDZPHNGWAsKW=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Das könnte ein <b>Fotoshooting</b> sein.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Ich weiß, viele Deutsche denken, "Shooting" ist eine Kurzform von "Fotoshooting". So steht es sogar auf <a href="http://dict.cc">dict.cc</a>. Aber das ist leider nicht so. Und weil Amis (besonders wir aus dem Mittelwesten) so ungeheuer höflich und nett sind, werden wir euch niemals korrigieren. Wir werden kurz mit großen Augen schauen, versuchen das Kopfkino schnell umzustellen, oder, wie immer wenn wir etwas nicht verstehen - <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOvmRSYeSJY" target="_blank">lächeln und nicken</a>.<div><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhdZTFTA3khR0gOKfV2IZAC7-xIUFMTiy6Dj_RoCz4TAbPBg60MiEFO9sz_OivjVBASx59IYGYxlFgQqNcc1OzYabm5ltppaLwB_gdISBl7KBes7g7suhG1ghXdr_H1w4oSPySnVvlPX-ZAyE1IL-GsvJwwoW7gAThYDfVsq2QMGi-wb-K9KrZ_xii4=s1000" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhdZTFTA3khR0gOKfV2IZAC7-xIUFMTiy6Dj_RoCz4TAbPBg60MiEFO9sz_OivjVBASx59IYGYxlFgQqNcc1OzYabm5ltppaLwB_gdISBl7KBes7g7suhG1ghXdr_H1w4oSPySnVvlPX-ZAyE1IL-GsvJwwoW7gAThYDfVsq2QMGi-wb-K9KrZ_xii4=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wir hören "Shooting" und unser Kopfkino fängt hier an.</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Aber jetzt
sage ich es, meine liebe deutsche LeserInnen…bitte hör auf, „Shooting“ zu sagen
und zu schreiben. Es ist „<b>photo shooting</b>“ oder „<b>Fotoshooting</b>“. Ganz ehrlich.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Stell dir
vor, wir Amerikaner fangen an, das deutsche Wort „<i>Schießerei</i>“ zu benutzen, weil Fremdwörter
cool sind: <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">„Are there any dog owners out there who book their
pets for a <i>Schießerei</i>? I need some practice!”<br /></span></li><li><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">“There was a <i>Schießerei</i> before my friend’s wedding
last weekend. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">It was so
nice!”<br /><o:p></o:p></span></li><li><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">„When we arrived at Ludwigsburg Castle for our tour,
there was <i>Schießerei</i> going on!”<br /></span></li><li><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">“I’m available for <i>Schießereien</i>! Click here for my
prices.”</span></li></ul><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p></span><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgG_2XjEHYvnCQIefB2vslsIvIEWl2eBcMpidTG3OhT9swHvfmW_XuCe-cJbH9Q-iDZGP6Ph8at2mzXn2hedvdLcq8MskpsGFkb-BucibHTcwlpcLSkqxLD2bDbG4sWf6h74yV5_nrxkfVAi50zIx6uSL-vwd3gEKu2AcfaOSW9OF84vfC2FxHUIZ9J=s1000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="667" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgG_2XjEHYvnCQIefB2vslsIvIEWl2eBcMpidTG3OhT9swHvfmW_XuCe-cJbH9Q-iDZGP6Ph8at2mzXn2hedvdLcq8MskpsGFkb-BucibHTcwlpcLSkqxLD2bDbG4sWf6h74yV5_nrxkfVAi50zIx6uSL-vwd3gEKu2AcfaOSW9OF84vfC2FxHUIZ9J=s320" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Das könnte ein <b>Fotoshooting</b> sein,<br />aber kein <b>Shooting</b>!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div>Ich gebe zu, wir verwenden verschiedene Versionen von "<i>to shoot</i>" auch im Bereich Fotografie und Filme:</div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>"How many pictures did you shoot today?" (Fotos machen)</li><li>"Oh, that's a good shot!"<span style="color: red;">*</span></li><li>"I got a lucky shot of a falcon the other day." (Foto)</li><li>"How long did the shoot take yesterday?" (Foto- oder Filmentermin)</li></ul><div><span style="color: red;">*</span>Das kann beides bedeuten: Du hast ein tolles Foto gemacht, oder du hast [mit einem Gewehr] gut geschossen. Aber für die zweite Bedeutung (gut geschossen), würden wir das eher im Präteritum ausdrücken: "That <i><u>was</u></i> a good shot."</div></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">Aber schau mal. Diese zwei Sätze bedeuten überhaupt nicht das Gleiche!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><ul><li><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">“No one was injured during the <u>shooting</u> yesterday.” (Amoklauf/Schießerei)<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;"><span face=""Calibri",sans-serif" lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"No one was injured during the <u>shoot</u> yesterday.” </span><span face=""Calibri",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px; mso-ansi-language: DE; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">(Film/Fotographie)</span></span></li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div>"Shooting" bedeutet für einen Amerikaner nur eines: eine Schießerei oder ein Amoklauf.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEianRXmhEUbq2T8TSMzdXYLADExFkl-LDurk9oGAbfRy-Cjzn0JyhS_Ngf5vETqnOt9ShjCqDZdkA96UaegponkrPlT7oIwScFBBtfYMNh-uPxYjfHYPQqwwTc8sFYF99fSD-8T6hJszpTVkcGpLKS0LVNAAYpNuQqSQJ2RbiL1zYQNaf0d_iQCh4EO=s1000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEianRXmhEUbq2T8TSMzdXYLADExFkl-LDurk9oGAbfRy-Cjzn0JyhS_Ngf5vETqnOt9ShjCqDZdkA96UaegponkrPlT7oIwScFBBtfYMNh-uPxYjfHYPQqwwTc8sFYF99fSD-8T6hJszpTVkcGpLKS0LVNAAYpNuQqSQJ2RbiL1zYQNaf0d_iQCh4EO=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oder als Verb: In this photo I <i>am</i> <i>shooting</i> <i>at</i> a target.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Es gibt weitere englische Wörter, die Amerikaner anders verstehen, als die Deutschen sie verwenden. </div><div>Beispiele (und zum Schluss ein deutsches Wort, das die Amerikaner falsch verwenden):</div><div><br /></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><b>Handy</b> (für Amis ist das ein adjektiv und bedeutet "griffbereit")</li><li><b>Public Viewing</b> (vor einer Beerdigung, wenn der Sarg offen liegt, damit man dem Verstorbenen seine letzte Ehre erweisen kann)</li><li><b>Backside</b> (Po; für "Rückseite" braucht man ein Leerzeichen - "back side")</li><li><b>Body bag</b> (Leichensack)</li><li><b>Football</b> (amerikanischer Fußball, NFL)</li><li><b>Foosball, "Fußball"</b> (Tischkicker)</li></ul><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. Ich begrüße Korrekturen, wenn ich etwas falsch formuliere. Schick mir eine E-Mail (link oben)!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><p></p></div>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-55338168043698256972022-01-10T10:31:00.001+01:002022-01-10T10:39:46.962+01:00The One I Didn't See<p>Yesterday I
had a Harris hawk on my glove who was very disappointed in me. How do I know
this? Because of the circumstance and the look on her face as she stared pointedly
into my eyes. Am I projecting? Sure. But I’ve been a teacher long enough, and I
know that look.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">We had
spotted a crow strutting around on a sloped field close enough for Hekate to have a good chance, and we had to turn around to
get back there. Hekate was on my glove and her falconer was driving. She and I
were focused on where we were turning, when suddenly Hekate launched herself to
my right. She is not tied to my glove, but I hold her jesses (<i>Geschühriemen</i>)
tightly enough between two often frozen fingers that she can’t get loose just
by deciding it’s time. As I said to her, “Not yet, there’s nothing th…” I
looked to my right and saw a magpie (<i>Elster</i>) standing at a perfect distance, frozen in place. Arg!! It was too late by then because the magpie figured
out he’d better bugger off, so Hekate settled herself back on my glove. And
then she looked at me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj28Cj3coNktyBsmu-5PqnnSgmCcNUvR3TU4mlVgfzqGSppD78jP5IL2sgfLc1FA1NcUDZqzs0MoKZP2sBIvmdCDjdsH_6HPrkgebIVFdwpelrtN0Lg3-qcOGXFj81i0s6cV5Ns5VdUk7Y3d6uIbalXZC2cl04W8g-_evjP5qTuPfKks6nRO-qmqg3U=s1000" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="667" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj28Cj3coNktyBsmu-5PqnnSgmCcNUvR3TU4mlVgfzqGSppD78jP5IL2sgfLc1FA1NcUDZqzs0MoKZP2sBIvmdCDjdsH_6HPrkgebIVFdwpelrtN0Lg3-qcOGXFj81i0s6cV5Ns5VdUk7Y3d6uIbalXZC2cl04W8g-_evjP5qTuPfKks6nRO-qmqg3U=s320" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't have a photo of "the look."<br />This is her usual stern expression.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">She’s
always looking around for crows and magpies when she’s on my glove. Usually to
my right, in front of us, sometimes behind me. Now and then she seems to glance
at me but quickly looks away again. I’ve been told and have read many times that one should not look directly at a bird of prey because they see that as a
threat. Predators look directly at them, so it’s best if we don’t. Hekate isn’t
too bothered by my looking at her, but I also don’t stare.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5ZI1UbNK80QCLAo92sgjztNuIsrUseKbHAGnixPNGIrzszdr7eoBAgZXOWaAosGWTlT_cNvuPFqjKjca_BTxi9VYwUFbbtXEPJR057yWcaLB5k1MIjGU0d7sAIBLMV3XlyXEylcZGJjZIOGjMZkncAusXenB799kgMc_PWvI7KQsU5uvrwa4MKAob=s1000" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5ZI1UbNK80QCLAo92sgjztNuIsrUseKbHAGnixPNGIrzszdr7eoBAgZXOWaAosGWTlT_cNvuPFqjKjca_BTxi9VYwUFbbtXEPJR057yWcaLB5k1MIjGU0d7sAIBLMV3XlyXEylcZGJjZIOGjMZkncAusXenB799kgMc_PWvI7KQsU5uvrwa4MKAob=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is Aik, Hekate's smaller half-brother.<br />Somehow he has a softer expression than Sis.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal">Yesterday after
the magpie flew off Hekate looked directly at me for longer than a glance. When
she’s on my glove her beak – which is sharp enough to tear into a feathery crow
or a tasty rabbit – is about 20 cm (7 in) from my face. Yesterday I understood
why it’s better not to look directly at one’s hunting partner. In that look I
read, “You do that again, Human, and I will f*ck you up.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgf9aExNTf7qF3ELpyUoW0XEdinN2OTq30bGFxyFrx-hdbnGSrqPaUDvJ8GOUcpnEpD70T-9NjWg_ec2mP47lSyfz4pYuabY32e-P3vdOzyRWcRe2ez8Tuv82L38m6AsNeyKfIwPCDwIdyQ2MNOQhDa50uFWZ1RuDLwe8qWINm-MHKUt-gJo1wB3nTg=s1000" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgf9aExNTf7qF3ELpyUoW0XEdinN2OTq30bGFxyFrx-hdbnGSrqPaUDvJ8GOUcpnEpD70T-9NjWg_ec2mP47lSyfz4pYuabY32e-P3vdOzyRWcRe2ez8Tuv82L38m6AsNeyKfIwPCDwIdyQ2MNOQhDa50uFWZ1RuDLwe8qWINm-MHKUt-gJo1wB3nTg=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This gives an idea how close the bird is.<br />We're waiting in the car because it's raining.<br />(That's Aik again)</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Hekate’s
falconer assures me this happens because we’re human and make mistakes. We miss
things. Hekate has better eyes than we have and doesn’t get easily distracted
(except by dogs and wheelbarrows, which she hates). Hekate makes mistakes, too at times, but more often than not, it's the falconer's screw-up.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Her falconer
and I switched a while after that, and at one point she sent Hekate off after
two crows and a <i>Nilgans</i> (Egyptian goose). The crows took off early enough
to escape, but the <i>Nilgans</i> was slower. Hekate has not really been in the
mood to go after <i>Nilgänse</i> since an incident a year or two ago when one fended her off, and yesterday she flew in that direction but just plopped down near
the goose as if to say, “Nope, not today.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I can’t
really blame her. I mean, there was my screw-up, and then when her falconer
sent her off after 2 crows with a buzzard not far off, she missed the crows and
the buzzard came after her! It was just a brief encounter, and the buzzard flew
off when Hekate’s falconer shouted, but that couldn’t have been pleasant. Then with the <i>Nilgans </i>I think she was just done. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">We were
hawking for about 2.5 hours yesterday and came away with no <i>Beute</i> (loot,
swag, quarry). During this entire season, which started in early September,
that was only the third time we came away as tailors (<i>Schneider</i>). It
happens. By the way, German hunters, falconers and hawkers say, when no kill
was made, that they “came away as tailors.” I have no idea why, but I’ll
research that and get back to you.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></p>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-13207085351519251932021-12-03T21:40:00.008+01:002022-01-18T22:38:33.284+01:00Drückjagd: Ausrüstung<p>Am Wochenende sind wir auf unserer ersten Drückjagd als Schützen. Wir waren schon viermal Treiber, und wir freuen uns auf diese neue Gelegenheit, obwohl das Wetter absolut scheiße sein wird: Regen, Wind, Kälte (na ja, nicht "Kälte" nach Wisconsin-Standard). Es könnte sicher schlimmer sein, aber wir werden nass werden.</p><p>Was bringt man mit, wenn man auf Drückjagd geht? Da habe ich Verschiedenes gehört und gelesen. Einer sagt, nimm weniger mit, einer sagt, nimm mehr mit, denn schlimmstenfalls schleppst du Einiges unbenutzt wieder zum Auto. Aber was du nicht dabei hast, hast du halt nicht. Diese Empfehlung passt mir.</p><p>Also...am wichtigsten sind natürlich</p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Jagdschein und Schießnachweis</li><li>Gewehr und Munition</li><li>Wetterangepasste Kleidung</li></ul><div><br /></div><div>Aber was kommt noch in den Rucksack? Zwischen Tipps von anderen Jägern und der Kenntnis, was ich schon immer bei mir brauche, habe ich eine Liste erstellt. Und wie Santa, habe ich sie zweimal gecheckt.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_UdJR7CkFWNNunKM4haF8353Uoqqf-sBY7UBrTymOfQV8uOlMQp3NBDqJ93f3cOTdM-mCPYMeb_gisbQh8Ctgn23WhjCX7-a5idl2yP2SdIR1hXEZFEX9rkzevCIQ8naEnBPnsq6Temg/s1000/IMG_4085.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_UdJR7CkFWNNunKM4haF8353Uoqqf-sBY7UBrTymOfQV8uOlMQp3NBDqJ93f3cOTdM-mCPYMeb_gisbQh8Ctgn23WhjCX7-a5idl2yP2SdIR1hXEZFEX9rkzevCIQ8naEnBPnsq6Temg/w400-h266/IMG_4085.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><b>Eine Decke & 1-2 Handtücher</b>: Die kleine Decke kann ich wahrscheinlich lassen, aber die Handtücher brauche ich, um meinen Sitz, meine Büchse und weiß der Geier noch was zu trocknen.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Extra Handschuhe & Handwärmer</b>: Wenn mein erstes Paar durchnässt ist, habe ich das nächste Paar bereit.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Gehörschutz</b>: Ich schieße nicht ohne ihn.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Reisepass/Personalausweis</b>: Wir kennen den Jagdpächter persönlich, aber in Deutschland gibt es eine Ausweispflicht.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Digitales COVID-Zertifikat der EU</b>: Falls mein Handy oder die CovPass App nicht funktioniert, habe ich meinen Impfnachweis auch auf Papier.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>€20</b>: Jeder Schütze ohne jagdtauglichen Hund bezahlt €20 für den Unkostenbeitrag für Treiber, Hunde und Verpflegung. Wir waren schon Treiber. Wir wissen, was sie einbringen!</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Plastikbeutel/Ziplock</b>: Weil mein Rucksack nicht Wasserfest ist, tue ich alle meine Papiere da rein (Jagdschein, Reisepass, Impfnachweis, €20).</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Taschentücher</b>: Die habe ich sowieso immer dabei. Und Schnupfen, wenn man leise sein will passt nicht.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Extra signalfarbene Mütze und Kappe</b>: Es wird nicht lange dauern, bis ich diese brauche, weil die ersten durchnässt sind. Danke, <a href="https://bhejl.blogspot.com/2021/08/exondo-outdoor-shop.html" target="_blank">Exondo</a>!</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Sitzkissen</b>: Ein Kissen ist es nicht wirklich, aber ein faltbares Ding, auf dem ich sitzen kann (der Sitz wird nass sein).</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Messer</b>: Man geht nicht ohne Messer auf die Jagd.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Ohnmachtssnickers, Müsliriegel, String Cheese, Wasser</b>: Weil ich vorher nichts essen kann (hab einen nervösen Magen), muss ich etwas zum Vespern dabei haben.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Halsbonbons und Traubenzucker</b>: Gegen Husten, trockenen Hals und Unterzuckerung. In Saarland habe ich gelernt, es dauert ca. 20 Minuten, um ein Halsbonbon zu lutschen. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Fernglas</b>: Braucht man, z.B. um das Wild anzusprechen.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Notizblock und Kuli</b>: Für Notizen zum Schuss, Anschuss, Uhrzeit, usw. Wirst du dich nach "Hahn in Ruh" an alles noch erinnern, was wichtig ist? Ich als Jungjägerin verlasse ich mich nicht darauf.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Regenponcho</b>: Wenn ich weiß, es wird trocken sein, dann brauche ich das nicht. Aber Regen ist dieses Wochenende angesagt, das ist sicher.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Extra Halstuch</b>: Weil ich noch genug Platz habe.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Nasen-Mund-Schutz/FFP2 Maske</b>: Weil es 2021 ist und wir noch mit Corona kämpfen, braucht man immer eine FFP2 Maske. Wir müssen sie beim Anmelden und zum Schluss tragen - wenn wir zusammen mit anderen sind, auch wenn wir Abstand halten.</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000;">UPDATE: Kabelbinder!! Hätten wir etwas geschossen, hätten wir unsere Marke mit einem Kabelbinder am Bein des Stückes festmachen müssen.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Andreas Bach (in <i>Wild und Hund, </i>"der bewegte Schuss") schreibt, "Viel Ausrüstung wird oft belächelt." Das ist mir egal. Frag aber nicht, was ich alles noch im Auto habe! 😉 Das Zeug kommt nicht mit auf dem Drückjagdstand, aber ich weiß, dass ich nach der Jagd auch alles habe, was ich vielleicht brauche (inklusive einen komplett Wechsel meiner Kleidung!). Nach der Jagd werde ich wissen, was überflüssig war.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Warum jagen wir? Damit wir gut essen können. Wir wollen unser Weihnachtsreh erlegen, weil Rehrücken mit Kräuternusskruste zu Weihnachten schon seit drei Jahren bei uns Tradition ist.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIyVxdRYzgltlxBdq9_RRBFT5eDbOufHsI5MYXS7bZpHg7NEipE7J1Rq-pGnrgN0ZDqZzNPLZ-6eTgMOPDusTEvv5oN7uOvuAl1E6spSlgXh5BnpXsttyw3vhmexwqJDQ1A_4SHW5b6Bc/s2048/img_4357.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1366" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIyVxdRYzgltlxBdq9_RRBFT5eDbOufHsI5MYXS7bZpHg7NEipE7J1Rq-pGnrgN0ZDqZzNPLZ-6eTgMOPDusTEvv5oN7uOvuAl1E6spSlgXh5BnpXsttyw3vhmexwqJDQ1A_4SHW5b6Bc/s320/img_4357.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><i>Weidmannsheil!!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><p></p>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-70535512478361910602021-10-29T13:30:00.043+02:002022-01-18T22:38:39.300+01:00Krähenbeizjagd<p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Anfang September war Hekate, der Harris Hawk (amerikanischer
Wüstenbussard) unserer Falkner-Mentorin, soweit mit der Mauser fertig, dass sie
mit der Krähenjagd beginnen konnte. Sie ist 4 Jahre alt und vom 5. Flug. Ihr
erster Flug war die Jagdsaison nach dem Schlüpfen, bevor sie ein Jahr alt war.
In dieser ersten Training-Saison ist der Beizvogel noch etwas unbeholfen, aber sie
bekommt ihre ersten Erfahrungen mit der Beute, die sie später bejagen wird.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPX8_bnJv5b-guHwisukaOjajk0WxTAmwvM-Fpk_5bdf1EaD8rMmKijt27DsI63hbx1QFBsAUe8mDLHPfR0IcGRDCZUVa_NHZ5GeTuW3el5r0Cq5mwDlTKFMGkZ0VqpLIS7uyvCa4wLY/s1000/IMG_3434.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPX8_bnJv5b-guHwisukaOjajk0WxTAmwvM-Fpk_5bdf1EaD8rMmKijt27DsI63hbx1QFBsAUe8mDLHPfR0IcGRDCZUVa_NHZ5GeTuW3el5r0Cq5mwDlTKFMGkZ0VqpLIS7uyvCa4wLY/s320/IMG_3434.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><b>Hinweis: Die Fotos, die ich hier veröffentliche, sind
nicht blutig oder grausam, aber einige zeigen einen Beizvogel, der Fleisch atzt
(frisst) – entweder</b><b> von der Beute, </b><b>die er erlegt hat,</b><b> oder </b><b>vom Falkner </b><b>zubereitet</b><b>. So
ähnlich wie das, was deine Katze aus dem Garten ins Haus mitbringt, wenn sie
rausgehen darf.</b></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>Diesen Blogeintrag habe ich auch <a href="https://bhejl.blogspot.com/2021/10/crow-hawking.html" target="_blank">auf Englisch</a>
veröffentlicht.<o:p></o:p></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ich weiß nicht mehr, wie oft ich mit Hekate und ihrer
Falknerin unterwegs gewesen bin (2-3 Mal pro Woche), aber es ist jedes Mal ein
unglaubliches Erlebnis! Manchmal bin ich die Fahrerin, die uns zwischen den
verschiedenen Jagdgebieten hin- und herfährt, und ich habe öfters das große
Privileg, Hekate auf die Krähen loszulassen, die wir erspäht haben. Die ersten
beiden Male, die sie von meinem Handschuh aus geflogen ist, hat sie jeweils
eine Krähe gefangen! Das war mein erstes Gefühl von "Jagdfieber" -
nicht "<i>the thrill of the kill</i>", wie es unzureichend ins
Englische übersetzt wird, sondern ein überwältigendes Gefühl der Emotion und Vollendung
- auch wenn es Hekates Erfolg war! Ja, wir arbeiten als Team, und es kann sein,
dass sie die Krähe nicht bekommt, weil ich einen Fehler mache, aber die harte
Arbeit, die Krähe tatsächlich mit ihren Krallen zu packen und festzuhalten, ist
ihre.</span><o:p></o:p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbSsyXRYd1nrZrdnA0MvSXxb3z-aX_n_yA5-RB7wCCkA2mMibxTLNN-buzk5x9-bR3dueR2AMCF9REOEt05WUAeszSCDkQSA-STEopXOKFMHD6VcRTn5qb3LSrh71umXp7CYVoEUdhG0/s1000/Kraehe_4_9.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbSsyXRYd1nrZrdnA0MvSXxb3z-aX_n_yA5-RB7wCCkA2mMibxTLNN-buzk5x9-bR3dueR2AMCF9REOEt05WUAeszSCDkQSA-STEopXOKFMHD6VcRTn5qb3LSrh71umXp7CYVoEUdhG0/s320/Kraehe_4_9.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hekate beim Manteln<br />"Meins! Nicht deins. Meins-meins-meins!!"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nachdem
die Falknerin den Beizvogel auf die Krähen geworfen hat, muss sie ihm helfen
oder den Vogel zurückholen. Wenn Hekate ihre Krähe erwischt hat, muss die
Falknerin dorthin rennen, wo sie auf ihrer Beute sitzt, und die Arbeit zu Ende
bringen, da die ziemlich geschockte Krähe zu diesem Zeitpunkt nur
"größtenteils tot" ist (danke, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbE8E1ez97M" target="_blank">Miracle Max</a>). Zu Beginn der Saison
darf der Beizvogel so viel von der Krähe rupfen und atzen, wie er will. Das ist die Belohnung für eine gut gemachte Arbeit. Später kann sie durch einen
kleineren Snack abgelenkt und von der Krähe entfernt werden (sie vergisst die
große leckere Krähe, während sie den Snack verschlingt), so dass sie wieder
jagdbereit ist.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Wenn Hekate die Krähe nicht erwischt hat (ein „Fehlflug“),
ruft der Falkner sie mit einem Tidbit (Leckerbissen) auf dem Handschuh zurück.
Manchmal ist der Tidbit (ein kleines Stückle Fleisch) nicht überzeugend genug,
dann holt die Falknerin das unwiderstehliche Eintagsküken aus ihrer Tasche und
legt es verlockend auf den Handschuh oder wirft es ein paar Mal in die Luft (um
es wieder in die Tasche zu stecken, wenn Hekate auf dem Weg zum Handschuh ist).
Hekate sieht das von dem Baum aus, auf dem sie gerade sitzt, auch wenn ich sie
nicht sehen kann. Natürlich hoffen wir Falkner, dass Hekate erfolgreich ist und
ihre Krähe erlegt, aber - und das kann ich gar nicht genug betonen - es ist
eines der coolsten Dinge überhaupt, wenn dieser wunderschöne Beizvogel sich
dazu entschließt, von einem gemütlichen Baum in der Ferne zu meinem Handschuh
zurückzufliegen.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCwWcePdDp1-v_xBafhN_x6EaGgd2LoLVWTp4UveTsCo6x9NLlD0PYUmCO0SzM78gQ5pZMsZavq1BxhXxijH8YhRr75OXv1213r92mVRpwZ0mVUyxAXb2bGMObXIGo7ZP3q031BX5laVE/s1000/IMG_3308.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCwWcePdDp1-v_xBafhN_x6EaGgd2LoLVWTp4UveTsCo6x9NLlD0PYUmCO0SzM78gQ5pZMsZavq1BxhXxijH8YhRr75OXv1213r92mVRpwZ0mVUyxAXb2bGMObXIGo7ZP3q031BX5laVE/s320/IMG_3308.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aik und seine Falknerin</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Hekate jagt eindeutig gern. Während wir Falknerinnen nach
den Krähen suchen, sitzt sie nicht bloß auf dem Handschuh und döst. Mit ihren
Adleraugen (hier ist Englisch besser: <i>hawk-eyes</i>!) kann sie weiter und besser sehen als wir, und sie streckt ihren
Hals so hoch wie möglich, um über Hindernisse hinwegzusehen, und reckt den
Hals, um um einen Baum oder ein Maisfeld zu gucken. Nach einem "Fehlflug" setzt sie
sich wieder auf den Handschuh und fühlt sich vielleicht ein bisschen betrogen
("Ich dachte, das wäre ein leckeres Küken auf deinem Handschuh!"),
aber sobald sie mit dem Stoß wackelt und sich aufplustert, wissen wir, dass sie
wieder bereit ist.<o:p></o:p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieGEzg1MTnkdYWuP9MK6hEwYbSRQcsW3PMk8PsWcOt1fbqfyRpj6hJaXNS0rSUfFJtNNjXJ4MhaeOpl4PpmLpgJHBN9sCCEXk_18p3TkK06r1J8nae2rOxn_ia0Xlotl8zZml8Z6GKGBE/s1000/IMG_2664.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="667" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieGEzg1MTnkdYWuP9MK6hEwYbSRQcsW3PMk8PsWcOt1fbqfyRpj6hJaXNS0rSUfFJtNNjXJ4MhaeOpl4PpmLpgJHBN9sCCEXk_18p3TkK06r1J8nae2rOxn_ia0Xlotl8zZml8Z6GKGBE/s320/IMG_2664.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Komm doch, Mensch. Ich sehe Krähen!"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Ich fand es schon cool, mit <u>einem</u> Vogel auf Krähenbeizjagd
zu gehen. Dann trafen wir Nina und ihren Harris Hawk Terzel, Aik. Er ist ein
Halbbruder von Hekate, jünger und war noch unerfahren. Als ich das erste Mal mit
ihnen unterwegs war, hat Nina Aik auf mehrere Krähen geworfen, aber er war nicht
wirklich bei der Sache. Dann nahm ich ihn auf meinen Handschuh, damit er Hekate
ein paar Mal beobachten konnte, und nachdem er vor Eifersucht auf ihre beiden
Krähen gekrächzt hatte, schickte Nina ihn wieder los. Danach ist er gut
geflogen und hat die Krähe fast erwischt und hat nicht so schnell aufgegeben.
Beim zweiten Mal, als wir mit ihnen unterwegs waren, bekam Aik seine erste
Krähe und durfte sich satt kropfen. <i>Good bird!</i><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3BZCM_ddX92wsOkT5YQO_Gsfl2KMYyyu5IxhKpDwNYjEX5UsZtulgtYFq9mZlGv-MVILTTBuHJHI8GBuqgyz9zGTmqrbl0Zbhu11NJnahP6oBnctBR_9X0BRIK2QdR-qFJIAMMphl9JY/s1000/Aik.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3BZCM_ddX92wsOkT5YQO_Gsfl2KMYyyu5IxhKpDwNYjEX5UsZtulgtYFq9mZlGv-MVILTTBuHJHI8GBuqgyz9zGTmqrbl0Zbhu11NJnahP6oBnctBR_9X0BRIK2QdR-qFJIAMMphl9JY/s320/Aik.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"<i>Ham will!!</i>"</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2PXGj4JqwBpnC3MoIjTT14IviYa4D9JMXnB_86yOLghcC8XUQxj8Wsks310wn2AvgQ4rPMcJvYKCZxFs5Z1k7oLuxEnx3OMzn0Pc0BZF1vASTqogqEqGL1qUU_j-d60Yau6KcWNJUs9o/s1000/IMG_3450.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2PXGj4JqwBpnC3MoIjTT14IviYa4D9JMXnB_86yOLghcC8XUQxj8Wsks310wn2AvgQ4rPMcJvYKCZxFs5Z1k7oLuxEnx3OMzn0Pc0BZF1vASTqogqEqGL1qUU_j-d60Yau6KcWNJUs9o/s320/IMG_3450.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Erfolg! Falknersheil!!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Wir
waren auch mit Ben und Ayla beizen, ein Harris Hawk, mit dem Ben arbeitet,
während ihre Falknerin, Mina, sich von einer Krankheit erholt. Mina ist
diejenige, die mich mit Hekate und ihrer Falknerin zusammengebracht hat! Ich
hatte Mina über eine Facebook-Falknerei-Gruppe kennengelernt, als ich sie nach
der Firma fragte, die ihre Voliere gebaut hatte. Und obwohl ich Mina noch nicht
persönlich kennengelernt habe, habe ich zweimal Zeit mit ihrem Harris Hawk
verbracht (das erste Mal war bei der <a href="https://bhejl.blogspot.com/2021/08/falconry-at-landesgartenschau.html" target="_blank">Landesgartenschau</a>)!</span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPaTQkWSVF4yTHTI05n6BPQh4QZonAzHFdSOsVR3dLFYmE8xFjErb9vRleiuvQPO7TT7bq8Z0TaOArJ7j3lEWNKlwEZHiFCkKgfEE47ybAcinBGmGOssOQ2V7uKP7gm8uRstuRhE_aJ_4/s1000/IMG_3532.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPaTQkWSVF4yTHTI05n6BPQh4QZonAzHFdSOsVR3dLFYmE8xFjErb9vRleiuvQPO7TT7bq8Z0TaOArJ7j3lEWNKlwEZHiFCkKgfEE47ybAcinBGmGOssOQ2V7uKP7gm8uRstuRhE_aJ_4/s320/IMG_3532.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ben macht Ayla fest<br />während sie denkt, "Meins! Meins-meins-meins!"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span face=""Calibri",sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: DE; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Wo gehen wir auf die Beizjagd? Obwohl die schlauen Krähen
Schädlinge sind, die die meisten Menschen gerne loswerden möchten, können wir
nicht einfach jagen, wo wir wollen. Hekate und ihre Falknerin haben die Erlaubnis, Krähen und
gelegentlich Nilgänse oder Tauben in verschiedenen Revieren im Rheintal, bei
Stuttgart und "hier oben", nicht weit von ihrem Wohnort entfernt, zu
jagen. Wir brauchen diese schriftliche Jagderlaubnis zusammen mit unseren
Falknerjagdscheinen, wenn wir in den Jagdgebieten unterwegs sind.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Wenn die Beizjagd für den Tag beendet ist, bringen wir
Hekate zurück in ihre Voliere und sie bekommt eine saftige und federige oder pelzige
Belohnung für ihre Bemühungen und/oder ihren Erfolg. Ihre Körpersprache und
ihre Seitenblick zeigen, dass sie nicht gerne teilt. Kurz nachdem ich dieses
Foto gemacht hatte, ließ sie ihre Flügel herunter, um ihre Belohnung zu
verdecken, falls ich etwas für mich haben wollte.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Calibri",sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: DE; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">
</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Spoiler-Alert: Das hab' ich nicht.<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIwHF3-IAbsjt-akDH6rxh-DSN37zVXiEvbEtn-HA_y6XLmFeky8H00MtdUXtMTdqRk3WjKFDYGkECR05o9fknaH6h9JIm9-dtDKHDERxVLBPXkVd4I2kqSzUu73aZfFP-IPsb4mQMM-o/s1000/Elster_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIwHF3-IAbsjt-akDH6rxh-DSN37zVXiEvbEtn-HA_y6XLmFeky8H00MtdUXtMTdqRk3WjKFDYGkECR05o9fknaH6h9JIm9-dtDKHDERxVLBPXkVd4I2kqSzUu73aZfFP-IPsb4mQMM-o/s320/Elster_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Was
machen wir mit den Krähen? Sie werden nicht einfach weggeworfen, sondern sind
Nahrung für die Harris Hawks jetzt und während der Mauser! Wir nehmen sie aus, schneiden
die Brüste heraus, die, wie mir Hekates Falknerin versichert, köstlich sein
können, wenn sie richtig zubereitet werden, portionieren die verbleibenden
Flügel, Beine, Schwanz und Brustknochen und frieren sie für später ein.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7CkndkplOIVw_4aSSf0SREFCVE-yIuljt9CWwGWyuJnpLEhQarE7fUBHRMu2N1t-aLEqoBSE5uZ7S20CqyLww328bP6O-gOqAKhFrXX7Wu1MYDM5xkyx1-gMiVyW8s_1wWi-HKJhmk3k/s1000/Aik_Okt_2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7CkndkplOIVw_4aSSf0SREFCVE-yIuljt9CWwGWyuJnpLEhQarE7fUBHRMu2N1t-aLEqoBSE5uZ7S20CqyLww328bP6O-gOqAKhFrXX7Wu1MYDM5xkyx1-gMiVyW8s_1wWi-HKJhmk3k/s320/Aik_Okt_2.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aik und seine Beute<br />Foto von NM</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Aus den Flügeln machen wir Federspiele, die wir zum Training
nach der Mauser verwenden, und ich trockne zu diesem Zweck 2 Paar Flügel in
unserem Keller. Oder Hekate bekommt einen aufgetauten Flügel, wenn sie etwas zum Spielen und Knabbern braucht, da sie
ziemlich lange beim Rupfen beschäftigt ist, bevor sie an das Fleisch
kommt. Der Stoß passt für ein kleineres Federspiel. Ein Greifvogel braucht auch
Knochen für Kalzium, damit sein Verdauungssystem normal funktioniert
und um seinen Schnabel zu kürzen. Indem Hekate mit Teilen der Krähe gefüttert
wird, simuliert ihre Falknerin, wie sie sich in freier Wildbahn selbst
versorgen würde.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Als unser Falknerkurs vor einem Jahr begann, war ich nicht
sicher, welche Richtung ich mit der Falknerei genau einschlagen wollte. Jetzt weiß
ich es aber ganz sicher. Die Krähenbeizjagd mit Harris Hawks ist so unglaublich
faszinierend und belebend! Ich muss alle paar Tage früh aufstehen - in der Regel
zwischen 5:00 und 6:00 Uhr - und das mache ich gerne. Ich freue mich auf jede
Beizjagdgelegenheit!<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Ich freue mich auch darauf, im nächsten Jahr unseren eigenen
Vogel abzutragen, mit all den Herausforderungen, die das mit sich bringt, und
schließlich mit Hekate, ihrer Falknerin und anderen Falknerinnen und Falknern
auf die Beizjagd zu gehen. Ich habe Kontakt mit dem Züchter geknüpft, unser
Antrag für die Baugenehmigung der Voliere ist beim Bauamt und wir haben
letztes Wochenende einen Geländewagen (einen Suzuki Jimny) gekauft, in dem die Transportbox unseres Vogels passen wird.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Es gibt noch viel zu berichten!<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;">
</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Bis dahin…<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><i>FALKNERSHEIL!!</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRE_i1dZCTKMpazx0LeTgSnYFZGrCNd5o3iRngHhInjxUMEpFhZlK1wjBSuv0R6QjMfpmcOF1rbBGJ_GTdmpgllwZMvhNO1qgDjoIA-C3l2kRfPS17VVTYPEJBYHyv04QNL8usuPulkSo/s1000/Strecke+20211024.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="830" data-original-width="1000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRE_i1dZCTKMpazx0LeTgSnYFZGrCNd5o3iRngHhInjxUMEpFhZlK1wjBSuv0R6QjMfpmcOF1rbBGJ_GTdmpgllwZMvhNO1qgDjoIA-C3l2kRfPS17VVTYPEJBYHyv04QNL8usuPulkSo/s320/Strecke+20211024.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aik und Hekate mit ihren Falknerinnen<br />nach einer erfolgreichen Beizjagd<br />Foto von NM</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #800180;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Translated with the help of Deepl and M.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775665740005660017.post-57242765158545202032021-10-28T13:22:00.010+02:002021-10-29T16:11:51.410+02:00Crow hawking<p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">At of
the beginning of September our </span><i style="font-size: 11pt;">Falkner-</i><span style="font-size: 11pt;">mentor</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;">’s Harris hawk, Hekate,
was through enough of the molt</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> to start hunting crows. She is 4
years old and this is her </span><span style="font-size: 11pt;">5</span><sup>th</sup><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> season. Her first
season was the hunting season after she was hatched, before she was a
full year old. In that first season the </span><i style="font-size: 11pt;">Beizvogel</i><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> is a bit </span><span style="font-size: 11pt;">clumsy</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;">,
but she gets her first taste of hunting the prey/quarry she will later focus
on.</span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjoiY6lbbG16MbXCvtedyXLiRY9z-nqPxCJErHtBFhvAxES8NdrrOAmbDSCSssCGv6ITdrBnCPfCgSEMoYjwDZInLk84oI5KzfUsuQJc0Ad5GSPlnczF3cRQ4wCzirqTDBc243SBmLmQ/s1000/IMG_3434.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjoiY6lbbG16MbXCvtedyXLiRY9z-nqPxCJErHtBFhvAxES8NdrrOAmbDSCSssCGv6ITdrBnCPfCgSEMoYjwDZInLk84oI5KzfUsuQJc0Ad5GSPlnczF3cRQ4wCzirqTDBc243SBmLmQ/s320/IMG_3434.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b><span face=""Calibri",sans-serif" lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Notice:
The photos I will post here are not gory or gruesome, but some will show a bird
of prey eating meat – prepared by the falconer or the quarry it has killed.
Sort of like what your cat drags in from the yard if it's allowed to go out.</span></b><p></p><p><b><span face=""Calibri",sans-serif" lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">This blog post will be published tomorrow <a href="https://bhejl.blogspot.com/2021/10/krahenbeizjagd.html" target="_blank">in German</a>.</span></b></p><p><b><span face=""Calibri",sans-serif" lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></b></p><p><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I have
lost count of the number of times I have been out with Hekate and her <i>Falknerin</i>
(2-3 times per week), but it has been an incredible experience every time! I am
sometimes the driver transporting us between the various hunting grounds, and I
have also had the absolute privilege of launching Hekate at the crows we’ve spied.
In fact the first two times she flew from my <i>Handschuh</i> (falconer’s glove),
she caught a crow each! That was my first feeling of “<i>Jagdfieber</i>” – not the
“thrill of the kill,” as it is inadequately translated into English, but an
overwhelming sense of emotion and accomplishment – even though it was Hekate’s accomplishment!
Yes, we work as a team, and she might not get the crow because of a mistake I
make, but the hard work of actually grabbing the crow with her talons and
hanging on to it is hers.</span></span></p><p><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHHULetHMCnSJYEpts50FPLZdh0R_wfzB_Apdt_qG2A7fr_K3U3DS-u0RYWaCRgM_ty35jcbJoIFelfRRyb4qw0jVFwNBT03RhLjFSOrOrRRDClq876L5CFPfofjDUvRV8wJcWGFDWkhg/s1000/Kraehe_4_9.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHHULetHMCnSJYEpts50FPLZdh0R_wfzB_Apdt_qG2A7fr_K3U3DS-u0RYWaCRgM_ty35jcbJoIFelfRRyb4qw0jVFwNBT03RhLjFSOrOrRRDClq876L5CFPfofjDUvRV8wJcWGFDWkhg/s320/Kraehe_4_9.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hekate "manteling" her crow.<br />"<i>Mine! Not yours! Mine-mine-mine!</i>"</td></tr></tbody></table><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p>The
falconer’s job, after launching the <i>Beizvogel</i> toward the crows, is to
assist or retrieve the bird. If Hekate got her crow, the falconer has to dash
to where she is sitting on her prey and finish the job since the rather shocked
crow is at this point only “mostly dead” (thank you, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbE8E1ez97M" target="_blank">Miracle Max</a>). At the start
of the season the <i>Beizvogel</i> gets to pluck and eat as much of the crow as
she wants to. That is her reward for a job well done. Later on she can be
distracted by a smaller snack and can be lifted off the crow (she forgets about
the large tasty crow while swallowing the snack) so she is ready to hunt again.</p><p><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">If
Hekate did not get the crow, the falconer calls her back with
a tidbit on the glove. Sometimes the tidbit (a small piece of meat) isn’t quite
enticing enough, so the falconer pulls out the irresistible day-old chick from
her pocket and lays it temptingly on the glove or tosses it in the air a few
times (to be stuffed back in the pocket when Hekate is on her way to the glove).
Hekate sees this from whichever tree she has landed in even if I cannot see
her. Of course we falconers hope Hekate will be
successful and get her crow, but - and I cannot emphasize this enough – it is
one of the coolest things ever when this beautiful bird of prey chooses to
return to my glove from some obliging tree in the distance.</span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFD6ryu0KPcDhO38v4oXRWjYAROgHEbcjVZGFh1zBUalkwcyqPhHqAbQAlBXMl-sYntDxLZI3ZDD6dkZlKay1sBTTtVaST0OgMmqA6kcsyP4EbMqQf1MhQw3vw9D44rmnIlvYEFAupQpU/s1000/IMG_3308.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFD6ryu0KPcDhO38v4oXRWjYAROgHEbcjVZGFh1zBUalkwcyqPhHqAbQAlBXMl-sYntDxLZI3ZDD6dkZlKay1sBTTtVaST0OgMmqA6kcsyP4EbMqQf1MhQw3vw9D44rmnIlvYEFAupQpU/s320/IMG_3308.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aik and his <i>Falknerin</i><br />photo credit: NM</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Hekate
clearly loves to hunt. While we falconers are searching for the crows, she isn’t
just sitting there on the glove snoozing. With her hawk-eyes she can see
farther and better than we can, and she stretches her neck as high as it goes
to see over obstacles and cranes her neck to look around a tree or a corn
field. After a <i>Fehlflug</i> (in which she missed the crow) she sits back on the glove feeling perhaps a bit
cheated (“I thought that was a tasty chick on your glove!”), but once she waggles her
tail and fluffs herself up, we know she’s ready again.</p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7OKQ4L_LlC80g2_CGP3DKWtriieIXUzFgVG-m2Y2y8LY4Afi8lP-HIWqZ1MNsNa3T_-yNvTQ3yPP83nSRJPcsJ0WWBYjboDogbnePMMW5bLtC370JB28aDkqJ7X3rEkWNOn_x6dulQR8/s1000/IMG_2664.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="667" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7OKQ4L_LlC80g2_CGP3DKWtriieIXUzFgVG-m2Y2y8LY4Afi8lP-HIWqZ1MNsNa3T_-yNvTQ3yPP83nSRJPcsJ0WWBYjboDogbnePMMW5bLtC370JB28aDkqJ7X3rEkWNOn_x6dulQR8/s320/IMG_2664.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Come on, human! I see crows!"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><p></p><p><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I
thought it was cool enough going hawking with one bird. Then we met Nina and
her Harris hawk tiercel (male), Aik. He’s a half-brother to Hekate, younger and
less experienced. The first time I was with them Nina launched Aik at several
crows but he was clearly not really committed. Then I took him on my glove so
he could watch Hekate hunt a few times, and after cawing with jealousy at her two
crows, Nina sent him out again. After that he flew well and nearly got the
crow each time, not giving up so quickly. On his next time out, Aik got his
first crow and was allowed to eat his fill. Good bird!</span></span></p><p><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGvSsZ6UcYKjG4BwqEAsZxE9LxoKNMUtmH1NCaFEFJPsnZH97FIwhhFIjrUdJYvrUeZ77OsNH6cl4Yg4Juw60DXl8BCOUq-9m6cB89AOHoyVr6BxbWbYXPsvReNoj2-vNyqprKOQUqAg/s1000/Aik.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGvSsZ6UcYKjG4BwqEAsZxE9LxoKNMUtmH1NCaFEFJPsnZH97FIwhhFIjrUdJYvrUeZ77OsNH6cl4Yg4Juw60DXl8BCOUq-9m6cB89AOHoyVr6BxbWbYXPsvReNoj2-vNyqprKOQUqAg/s320/Aik.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aik: "I want soma dat!"</td></tr></tbody></table><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQc2gaSqi3elO8wNZeTZ4dARu9NeuL2gzBUgdIEQ0PROfL5c4ofFbonBzpRSq3lL1ka6fDh2Y7KbDTIRL714v-Sza9jj6CP-dafjmlPfqKv34UgMoeW1Js1mPGBZVXaxOikK-WZbvqIs/s1000/IMG_3450.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQc2gaSqi3elO8wNZeTZ4dARu9NeuL2gzBUgdIEQ0PROfL5c4ofFbonBzpRSq3lL1ka6fDh2Y7KbDTIRL714v-Sza9jj6CP-dafjmlPfqKv34UgMoeW1Js1mPGBZVXaxOikK-WZbvqIs/s320/IMG_3450.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Success! <i>Falknersheil</i>!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"></span></div><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We have also gone hawking with Ben and Ayla, a bird he is working with while her falconer, Mina, is recovering from an illness. Mina is the one who connected me with Hekate and her falconer! I'd met Mina through a Facebook falconry group when I asked her about the company who built her aviary. And although I have not yet met Mina personally, I've twice spent time with her Harris hawk!</span></span></p><p><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2DLvX-wJsfXpB10ZkFV4RTrluj_eU5Is7viekMyORDkQLxAfqLgdJt77DHLPZgBygLGqN2GCMaiTjchyAorqnItBxgXp1tDPQ-0sFlz2Y1SR5lY2jAINAokxQ2MecilWUn2HuL1c5Lvo/s1000/IMG_3532.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2DLvX-wJsfXpB10ZkFV4RTrluj_eU5Is7viekMyORDkQLxAfqLgdJt77DHLPZgBygLGqN2GCMaiTjchyAorqnItBxgXp1tDPQ-0sFlz2Y1SR5lY2jAINAokxQ2MecilWUn2HuL1c5Lvo/s320/IMG_3532.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ben secures Ayla and finishes the crow<br />while Ayla thinks, "Mine! Mine-mine-mine!"</td></tr></tbody></table><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Where do we go hawking? Despite the clever crows and magpies being pests that most people - especially farmers - are happy to be rid of, we can't just hunt anywhere we like. Hekate has permission to hunt crows and the occasional goose, pigeon or magpie in several hunting grounds in the Rhine valley, near Stuttgart, and "up here," not far from where she lives. We need this written permission along with our <i>Falknerjagdscheine</i> (falconry licenses) to prove to an authority who might question us that we have permission from the hunter-tenant to hunt there with the bird.</span></span></p><p><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When the hawking is finished for the day, we return Hekate to her aviary and she gets a juicy and feathery or furry reward for her efforts and/or success. Her body language and side-eye shows she doesn't like to share. Just after I took this picture she dropped her wings down to cover her prize in case I wanted some for myself.</span></span></p><p><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />Spoiler alert: I didn't.</span></span></p><p><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSWnsQDwXW09sNZBfhhlMlxhcnK7duCo3HJo-zokE0Q6XY5mfLk4JE7giMnE8VjYrxVwJKCS4X2Eh2GJqRbs2Ce7zuiHvwK3JTeXauwOn0a7R_ZIFdjH963dmRAYvzctQ9TM58ovi6_4/s1000/Elster_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSWnsQDwXW09sNZBfhhlMlxhcnK7duCo3HJo-zokE0Q6XY5mfLk4JE7giMnE8VjYrxVwJKCS4X2Eh2GJqRbs2Ce7zuiHvwK3JTeXauwOn0a7R_ZIFdjH963dmRAYvzctQ9TM58ovi6_4/s320/Elster_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p>What do we do with the crows? They are not just tossed away, they are food for the Harris hawks now and during the molt! We "field dress" them, cut out the breasts, which Hekate's falconer assures me can be delicious if cooked right, portion the remaining wings, legs, tail, head and breast bone and freeze them for when they're needed.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSvP7V9e-4DU5OFbGnoV_rXwhPPRQNUAifuq3xYpZHZrIdF0-NVuZDnplz6RUzMJhSXzhBHyeWUf52K1LlkiiPsHwyqXkul0GMLQeSiOFkhipTrJNPpmc8YaD2vjkJjGjj_IQgzMUKPHA/s1000/Aik_Okt_2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSvP7V9e-4DU5OFbGnoV_rXwhPPRQNUAifuq3xYpZHZrIdF0-NVuZDnplz6RUzMJhSXzhBHyeWUf52K1LlkiiPsHwyqXkul0GMLQeSiOFkhipTrJNPpmc8YaD2vjkJjGjj_IQgzMUKPHA/s320/Aik_Okt_2.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aik and his <i>Beute</i><br />Photo credit: NM</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>The wings can be used to make training lures, and I have 2 pairs of wings drying out in our basement for this purpose. After thawing one can also be given to Hekate when she needs a little something to play with and nibble on, since she spends a fair amount of time plucking it before getting to the meat. The <i>Stoß</i> (tail) can be used for a smaller lure. Raptors need bones as well for calcium, to keep their digestive system functioning normally and to help file their beak. By feeding Hekate parts of the crow, her falconer is simulating how she would be caring for herself in the wild.</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: 14.6667px;">Although I wasn't certain a year ago as our falconer class was about to start which direction exactly I wanted to take with falconry, I certainly know now. Crow-hawking with Harris hawks is so incredibly fascinating and invigorating! I have to get up early every few days - usually between 5:00-6:00 - which I do gladly. I look forward to every hawking adventure! </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14.6667px;">I am also looking forward to training our own bird next year, with all the challenges that will bring, and eventually going out hawking with Hekate, her falconer and others. I've made contact with Hekate's breeder, our application for the building permit for the mews is at the <i>Bauamt</i> (building authority), and we've just bought a <i>Geländewagen</i> (a Suzuki Jimny) that our bird's transport box will fit into. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14.6667px;">There will be much to report!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14.6667px;">Until then...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180; font-size: medium;"><i>FALKNERSHEIL!!!</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH9EyTJG_zhknXq-oGP8eBIzdEvqGD0fNl0TFbqWZiZoIZ9o7FR-EHFkwVMpAvyBr2avvvN7K8srHcTOZh_IlpuED79FWIxLcX-C7whEWUXJhy_Hkp_OpbVQcfUU3RzcelC4AWiC5Yf8s/s1000/Strecke+20211024.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="830" data-original-width="1000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH9EyTJG_zhknXq-oGP8eBIzdEvqGD0fNl0TFbqWZiZoIZ9o7FR-EHFkwVMpAvyBr2avvvN7K8srHcTOZh_IlpuED79FWIxLcX-C7whEWUXJhy_Hkp_OpbVQcfUU3RzcelC4AWiC5Yf8s/s320/Strecke+20211024.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aik and Hekate with their <i>Falknerinnen</i><br />after a successful <i>Beizjagd</i><br />Photo credit: NM</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p>Ami im Schwabenlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10601866031019102559noreply@blogger.com0