Steve and Reid and Matt have done it, and so has
Rebecca. So here goes: here is a photo from
way back when of Pluvialis, aged 12, before she'd ever killed anything with a hawk. She's feeling
oh so grand in her snazzy stripy C&A sweater because she's been allowed to carry
Frodo, the Hawk Conservancy's Tawny Eagle, between the display ground and his weathering ground. Can you see the 'They've let me hold the eagle! I'm accepted as a grown-up!' look in her eyes? Meeeep!
And here she is many years later. Oh dear me. This was a dark period in her life. No more stripy sweaters and display eagles. Oh no. Black shades, black gyr x peregrine, naval aviator's jacket, black heart, blood on her hands (duck, that is). Sheesh, what a psycho.
She's lightened up a bit, since then.
And here she is many years later. Oh dear me. This was a dark period in her life. No more stripy sweaters and display eagles. Oh no. Black shades, black gyr x peregrine, naval aviator's jacket, black heart, blood on her hands (duck, that is). Sheesh, what a psycho.
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