Picture this: it's the last day of term and spirits are running high. As I skipped merrily through Exeter's quad, I saw Molly the hawk (pigeon-swooping over for the day) being spirited round the corner and into her 'travel box'. Not one to miss a bird opportunity, and certainly never having been deterred by 'boxes', I flung myself madly in front of her keeper and demanded a photograph. LITTLE COULD I HAVE ANTICIPATED that the kind-hearted man would not only agree, but allow ME to hold Molly on the falconry glove. You may observe the photographic evidence of my UNTRAMMELED DELIGHT above.
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
A BIRD IN THE HAND
Picture this: it's the last day of term and spirits are running high. As I skipped merrily through Exeter's quad, I saw Molly the hawk (pigeon-swooping over for the day) being spirited round the corner and into her 'travel box'. Not one to miss a bird opportunity, and certainly never having been deterred by 'boxes', I flung myself madly in front of her keeper and demanded a photograph. LITTLE COULD I HAVE ANTICIPATED that the kind-hearted man would not only agree, but allow ME to hold Molly on the falconry glove. You may observe the photographic evidence of my UNTRAMMELED DELIGHT above.
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That is so awesome. Would it be possible to get Molly for the next TWW social?
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