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Article: Prey on the wing; Falconry takes off in the wilds of New Hampshire.
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- Telegram & Gazette (Worcester, MA)
- Article date:
- April 29, 2009
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Byline: Karen Nugent
The hawk, with an eye only for the pieces of raw meat draped all over my husband's right arm - well, actually the long leather glove, or gauntlet over his arm - nearly grazed my head as it flew down from its perch in a tree.
He was the one learning the basics of falconry. I was just taking photographs, and I definitely did not want facial talon scars as a remembrance of the day. Nor did I fancy becoming part of Scout's (the hawk) afternoon snack.
As it was, I'd had to endure sitting about 2 feet away from a peregrine falcon, albeit a quite beautiful bird named Banshee, while she ripped apart and devoured a quail - organs ...