The Hawk by William Butler Yeats 'Call down the hawk from the air; Let him be hooded or caged Till the yellow eye has grown mild, For larder and spit are bare, The old cook enraged, The scullion gone wild.' 'I will not be clapped in a hood, Nor a cage, nor alight upon wrist, …
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The Sacred Bond – An End to Mediocrity!
A friend of mine asked what it was like to work with a wild hawk. I had to think for a minute as there are few words that adequately clothe the sacred bond that can emerge between bird and falconer. The first word that came to mind was "noble." Hawks, and I am sure other …
Gregory Hake 