The Falconry season is getting near, and I am having happy thoughts. I think it is the same kind of feeling some people get when the first football is kick and the guy behind them has spilled his beer and semi-digested corn dog all over them, or the autumn scent of deer camp where campfires are burning marshmellow and kids tennis shoes and the mountains are ablaze with thousands of hunters marching through the woods trying to shoot anything not dressed in blaze orange, or the best man who learns at the last second that he really gets to be the groom, well anyway soon I will be flying falcons again. And that is a happy thought.
This pix is a male prairie falcon.
