Luz passed away in the beginning of this year. Her death was very much preventable. It is mostly from ignorance and lack of experience from the apprentice’s part (me) that one can lose their bird very quickly. Although I had taken precautions (even sometimes excessively) not to give her contaminated meat, somehow the stupid lead had gotten to her.
Although painful to accept, it is important to walk away from such experiences with some lessons learned. One of those lessons for me was to take advantage of resource. The bank of information one can find from people’s past experiences on the internet is endless. If one would really dig through it all, ask questions, come to conclusions, then ask more questions, one can apply this with more informed decisions. By the time I found out the behaviors she made was symptoms of lead poisoning, it was too late.
The second lesson I learned is to really take ownership and responsibility for the bird. I’ve heard it before from other falconers, but it’s not until I realize certain tricky circumstances could challenge that otherwise. An example being to never trust the well being of the bird to others. Not friends, not friend’s of friends. Because in the end, regardless of the world’s perspective on things, the falconer is the one who is going to have to deal with the circumstances, not the world.
The third lesson I learned was that sometimes when there is a management problem that begins and doesn’t resolve, it is best to release the bird from captivity and start over. All of the problems I had in which prevented me from hunting with my first bird began when I could no longer hood her. Everything that went wrong afterwards followed; no efficient method of transportation, over trained, no hunting, no fresh game. These are just some of the main factors that are important for the success of a bird’s career.
Probably the most paramount thing that I witnessed, as obvious as it may seem, was the importance of hunting as frequently as possible. It is not training as much as possible. It is hunting. If I don’t hunt, I fail and my bird suffers. Get the 4WD, face your fears, take the risks, quit your crying, enjoy it, and learn from it. Life takes things away from you. It happens. It hurts. We move on, or at the very least, try.