Cold, windy, and crappy describes the weather over the last few weeks. I have been sequestered in my house working on the "honey-do" list.
The harris hawks are together, spending time in and around the nest. I am missing my outside time with the birds (dogs too for that matter).
I was thankful when I got a text from Johnathan asking if I wanted to go hunting with him when he passed through town.
Packed my stuff so that I could change after school and meet him at the fields.
When school let out, it was raining and the wind had picked up.
We decided to give it a try anyway.
We pulled down a muddy track, splashing through puddles and spinning tires (still so glad I bought the Jeep). The fields were plowed a few months back and the was pooling on the short vegetation that grew there. Rain spit from the lead sky.
I don't have much (any) experience with sharp shins and my experience hunting with any small birds are minimal. This little guy was like a rocket, wet feathers and all.
We wandered through the grass, pushing small birds in front of us, Johnathan holding "Lady" up on his fist. A bird would flush, and like a rocket, she would explode after it.
After we pushed them through the grass, we tried our luck along a small, mowed ditch.
Little sparrows bail, the hawk screams after them, and they would dump back into the weeds. It was exciting to watch. I have to admit, it was amazing how well those little birds can hide in any bit of vegetation, and then never flush.
I forgot my camera, but soon the bird was too wet and heavy to fly well. No kills for the day, but a good time nonetheless.
Here is a video of Johnathan's bird catching quail front he deep grass.