
This is a portrait of myself with my red-tailed hawk, Fayte. I was a licensed falconer for about 4 years before I moved out of state and gave it up (temporarily). This particular hawk was one of dozens that I worked with over the years, but this was my only personal bird. She was rescued from a dairy after being unintentionally poisoned by contaminated rats. After just over two years she was released back to the wild in a more hawk-friendly area. She was one of the best things that ever happened to me.
The costume is my renaissance faire get-up. I worked at several faires in southern california with the birds of prey. Lots of fond memories...
The costume is my renaissance faire get-up. I worked at several faires in southern california with the birds of prey. Lots of fond memories...
Category Photography / Portraits
Species Avian (Other)
Size 600 x 955px
File Size 74.4 kB
I always loved birds growing up. I had a cockatiel, chickens, and quail, and I rescued sparrows and ducks and whatever else we found. Then when I was 11 my family went to England for a week on vacation and we visited the Cotswald Falconry Center and I bought a book about it. Really soon after that one of my mother's friends called us to tell us about a man she met who trains hawks and thought I would want to meet him. He agreed to train me and sponsor me cause you have to have a licensed falconer sign your paperwork in order to get a 2 year apprentice license before you get to practice on your own. It also involved a 200 point written exam with California Fish and Game (might be different in other states?) and I had to pay for a federal and state license after proving that I passed the exam and had a legal sponsor. It was all worth it, though. Best experience of my life, and it ended up being a really brilliant part of my college, graduate, and professional school applications.
She was an amazing bird. Right from the beginning we trusted each other so much. She would clean my fingers if I had quail bits stuck to them so delicately like I was her chick. And play with my hair. She tolerated me holding her and being close more than anyone else. she would get lazy some days and follow me around on the ground instead of flying, and if you've ever seen a hawk run on the ground you know how hilarious it is!
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