FLYING FREE- My Journey into Falconry

There was a moment a few weeks ago when I watched the sun setting over the distant tors of Dartmoor and i saw her far far away. Over a mile away and heading north, a tiny dot on the horizon. At that distance I couldn't tell if it was a buzzard, a raven or her. I opened my mouth and whistled my call to her; long , drawn out and as loud as i could. Instantly I saw the tiny dot in the sky turn and grow bigger as it flew towards me. As the shape grew I knew it was her and a strange feeling overcame me. Joy, pride, excitement, and above all else relief. She’s coming back to me. Our bond is formed. Within less than a minute she was back on my glove. Another small graduation in my journey to bec