Thursday, June 24, 2021

43 Days old

 Hybrid falcons are a bit different from the "normal" native species. They benefit from the cross much the same as the cross between a Jack Ass and a horse. They are stronger, seem to enjoy a bit better resistance to to disease. I personally have had three hybrids and while they were for the most part awesome fliers, I have yet to be able to train one to actually achieve its full potential. There are many reason for that, not the least has been the inability on my part to bring out their full potential. 

The Hybrid cross that I am discussing in this message is the cross between a Gyrfalcon, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gyrfalcon   and a Peregrine Falcon. Peregrines have been the favorite of falconers for generations. They tend to do, naturally, the things that a falconer needs. They for the most part have a "sweet disposition, and really like to kill things. Gyrfalcons on the other hand are a bit harder to handle. They tend to cover great distances, and seem to have a bit of a temper as well. Due to their location it is very difficult or expensive for the average person to ever possess one.

My first hybrid was named Tex. He had a swagger to him that was pronounced. He knew that he was special! One of the basic rules is that you obtain the Raptor that you actually have quarry for. It does you no good to have the finest falcon in existence if you have nothing to fly it on. 

Peregrines when released, tend to make their first turn at about 2-3 hundred yards. Tex never made a turn within my line of sight for the first month. I would take him down in the valley where I lived and he would head North. He would come back at dark from the South. In desperation I began tossing Pigeons before he disappeared. That had the result of teaching him to hang around at low level. In those circumstances it was about the only thing that I could do. I eventually lost him in the vicinity of the town of Post in Central Oregon. There was a Golden Eagle that barged in on a Sage Grouse flight, and Tex stayed above him, and I could not get to where he was due to the terrain and lack of roads.

With the addition of drones and kites I now have the ability to give this guy something to do that I can control. With those two items, there is always something to either grab or eat and they have to go high right over the falconer to do it. The hybrids are much more active and tend to wander and actually have the ability to do so. this equipment allows me to control the situation eliminating the boredom and free time.

The above of course is a simplified version. the variables are many.

I am doing what is termed a "tame Hack". Most "Hacks" are done with imprints, that actually like you. Bud was old enough that, that term does not apply to our relationship. He is not afraid of me, he treats me as part of the furniture. 

I do have a couple of pluses in my favor. One of which are his parents, which are excellent game hawks of nice temperament, and he himself does not tend toward excitement. He is calm.

I have been rather amazed at the differences between him and the Peregrine female that just left. She, with the same set up, made little trips with the playpen as the center of her world for at least a week before she really went anywhere, and much earlier than Bud. Bud has laid on the window ledge only making one foray right up to yesterday. Yesterday his first flight took him out of range of my telemetry and then all over the place right up to dark, when he eventually took perch in a limb on the dead Juniper in the back yard. He did not want to eat nor to get close enough to me that I could bring him in for the night.



He has been all over the place today, and with the heat wave that we are having, he is sitting on the fence in the shade of the apple trees until it gets cooler. I did walk up to him and gave him a tidbit, but I didn't try to pick him up. The amazing part to me is that to the Say's Phoebe that nests under the back porch, he is a baby and no threat. To me he looked as though he had been flying for a long time. No fear, no hesitation. It is a bit like me getting into a jet plane and flying it well, without training. There was no hesitation on his part, no short steps, just full on! 


Today's job was to mow the lawn. He has paid no attention to the riding lawn mower in the past, and today was no different. He sat on the fence and watched me going back and forth without moving. I tried earlier to get him to go to the lure, and he shows no sign of being hungry. He really hasn't had anything to eat since yesterday morning and it wasn't much then.


I just went out and sat on the lawn in front of him, tossed a lure with the main part of a quail tied on it. He has been reluctant to eat anything with bones in it, although that is what he needs the most. There was lots of food on the lure. I tried him on an earlier occasion and he just looked at it. It is now 7:30 P and he should be starving. Apparently I have been feeding him way too much, because he finally jumped down, nibbled at the offering and then walked off in disgust because there was a bone in it. It appears that it is time for an attitude adjustment. I had hoped to keep him pretty chunky as he still has a lot of feathers to grow. Apparently that is not going to happen.

 

 

Tuesday, June 22, 2021

Bud

 He is now 41 days old. I am not totally sure that I made the right choice of the timing of taking him. The decision can go either way at this point. At 31 days old he is sure that he is a falcon and I may be a monster that makes him do things that he would not ordinarily do. He does have as sweet a disposition as I have ever seen in a falcon, but the influence of a Gyrfalcon daddy is very noticeable in his disposition when I do something contrary to what he wants to do. Such as put jesses on him, or hold his jesses to stop him from maintaining his perch on the air conditioner in the living room. If pressed he will fight back, rather than get scared. So far I think that will be a good thing- if I don't screw it up.

He made his first flight yesterday without me noticing. I found him by Hope's weathering area, and he was less than pleased that I wanted him to get on my fist. I probably should have left him there, but I didn't. Once on the fist and realizing that I had his jesses in a firm grip, he quit fighting and rode quite well, back to the window ledge. 


Refer back to the post prior to this one and notice how many of those cute downey tufts he was wearing in that post. Guess where they all went! The house looked like someone had put a firecracker in a pillow and placed it in the living room. I think I got most of them vacuumed up.

He has just started eating on his own. He is quite delicate so far eating from my fingers, which is a pleasant surprise. Now I am trying to get him to pull some of his own food so that I can make some headway using a lure. A lure will be what I use to call him back. I am sure that I am feeding him too much, since he seems to be rather nonchalant about eating.


He normally stays in the window in the dining room. I put the play pen up against the wall, with his perch on it, and have so far been successful in containing his mutes (crap) and off the floor. He had been exploring some of the rest of the house, mainly the kitchen table in the mornings, so for some reason I thought it was a good idea to pull the curtains on his window so that he wouldn't be trying to get outside one evening. When I got up the next morning he was on the air conditioner in the living room. I had a merry time convincing him that this was not his window. Fortunately the lamp shade is flexible.


 Now that we "understand each other", I leave his view opened, and he stays on his window ledge.

I didn't give him all that much to eat this morning, so he decided to eat a little off of a Quail that I had exposed one side of.

All that eating and exercise called for a nap or two. He is still sleeping quite a lot. It is apparently hard work growing up.

I took him for a walk with me down the runway this morning and he did quite well, with no fuss or fright. I had rather expected him to jump down from the ledge again today, but he did not. Perhaps he got blown off the ledge the day before. 

We had a brief desert shower this afternoon, and he took a bath while sitting on is perch. He had a good time, but it too required a nap.