The Wounded Falcon
"Okay girl, let's go," you whisper to your falcon, Huntress. You emit her learned 'take-off-and-hunt' whistle, gently thrust your arm skyward, and she complies. She soars into the air and begins to circle the lake, her sharp eyes scanning the clear water for a quarry.
Your father has sent you and Huntress away to search for fish to use for tea. Your falcon is an accomplished and well-trained bird of prey. You normally use her to capture fish, rabbits, and sometimes pigeons.
Watching her from the lake edge for a couple of minutes, it appears that she has not seen a likely kill. You decide that you will direct her to a different section of the water to continue the hunt.
Your father has sent you and Huntress away to search for fish to use for tea. Your falcon is an accomplished and well-trained bird of prey. You normally use her to capture fish, rabbits, and sometimes pigeons.
Watching her from the lake edge for a couple of minutes, it appears that she has not seen a likely kill. You decide that you will direct her to a different section of the water to continue the hunt.