She makes things happen that would leave a lesser falcon begging for tidbits from the falconer.
Her first year was good, but there was little game available in Klamath Falls at that time. The ponds froze up in early November forcing us to stop. She had killed about eight ducks. A good start.
Her second year found us with no ducks available in Klamath. The restrictions on water for irrigation and farmers had changed the migration patterns enough that opportunities for ducks was severely limited, and the year was essentially a bust.
The Third year she broke her leg, ( a green stick break) hitting a Mallard Drake. When she healed, her pitch was 25 feet and seemingly nothing I could do would convince her to go higher. This year too was a bust.
Last year I started from scratch and kept her on the kite until I was sure that she was strong enough fly with the best of the falcons or game that she might encounter. I took my time and she finally matured as a truly outstanding game hawk. I allowed her to eat her fill on every thing that she killed, and by the end of the season was a joy to fly and handle.