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Falcons

Falcons have always captured my imagination,
although luckily I have had the common sense
to realise that I don't always have the huge
amount of time needed to devote to this
branch of Falconry. On the rare seasons when
work and other commitments allow I have
pandered to my whim.

I have seen Grouse, felled over the most
beautiful of Scottish moors by a Falcon that
had to pass through the cloud base because
she was waiting on so high, Partridge driven
hard and bounced onto freshly cut stubble
and spring Rooks singled out from the flock
and repeatedly stooped by a clever old
Falcon.

By far the highest form of any Sport, no
government or beaurocracy should ever be
allowed to prevent our involvement in nature
at it's most wonderful.

Steven Franks with Wizzer, Snuff, Gero and me. Tiercel
Peregrine and Jerkin .

This is Jinx. A tiercel Peregrine Falcon, flown primarily at Grouse,
he lived to the age of 22. Retired at 20, he spent his final years
flying around our garden doing his best to catch our neighbours'
racing pigeons!

Pictured left: with Daniel (aged 3) helping out on bath day.

Pictured above: at the age of twenty on her last kill, a Partridge.

This is Witch. A
Perigrine/Prairie hybrid
Falcon. Loaned to me by Dr
Gordon Jolly, she was a
succesful and agressive
Rook hawk, unfortunatly
retired after 5 seasons,
almost severing a wing
stooping through a barbed
wire fence during a flight at
Rook. Despite her injury she
dispatched her quarry. Sadly
she never flew again.

This is Blondie. A Saker
Falcon, she was always a
favourite of mine - a very
obedient and powerful Rook
Hawk.

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This is Heather. A hybrid
Peregrine/Saker Falcon. I've spent
many an enjoyable afternoon
walking the fields along the edge
of the Marlborough downs where
we live, Heather waiting on high
over the ridge, unspoilt open
fields pitted with dew ponds and
hedgrows below. Phesants were
in abundence thanks to an
ajoining shoot and provided us
with some excellent sport.