Post by Angier Shantarathil on Jul 1, 2021 16:29:18 GMT
Pff pff. My whistling technique leaves much to be desired. Regis, a hawk, ostensibly my pet, circles above my head in a mocking tone. We've come out to the open fields on the northern outskirts of Daring Heights to see if we can understand each other. So far I understand that he is a wild bird and he understands I am a wild idiot.
Pfff pfffff. "Get down here you bastard." I hold out my scratched arm, it's been an unsuccessful initial few hours. Regis screeches back at me and continues circling.
Tomorrow arrives, another day of circling. And a third. The fourth morning arrives, I have a new plan. Leaving Regis preening on his perch, I head out into the tall grass and set out little wooden traps. Simple wooden devices, each with a small snack to entice field mice. An hour later and I have a bundle in my pouch. Regis seems eager to be up in the air, pulling on the cord and testing it with his beak, as we wander away from town once more.
A quick shake and he takes off, a truly beautiful animal when he isn't trying to slice my arm or peck out my eyes. For a period of time back on Faerûn I lived in the open plains amongst a roaming herd of cattle. Much less elegant creatures. Regis soars through the air, almost hiding within the low clouds. I pull one of the mice out of the pouch and wiggle it about. He spots it. Fast and clean he snatches the mouse out of my hand, and swoops up into the air again. Too fast for me at first, but as the morning progresses we get down a routine.
He eventually tires and glides to a landing on my arm. There's more work to be done but it will be worth it in the end. For after the bird training comes the shack building. My own little home away from home, in the forests to the north.
Pfff pfffff. "Get down here you bastard." I hold out my scratched arm, it's been an unsuccessful initial few hours. Regis screeches back at me and continues circling.
Tomorrow arrives, another day of circling. And a third. The fourth morning arrives, I have a new plan. Leaving Regis preening on his perch, I head out into the tall grass and set out little wooden traps. Simple wooden devices, each with a small snack to entice field mice. An hour later and I have a bundle in my pouch. Regis seems eager to be up in the air, pulling on the cord and testing it with his beak, as we wander away from town once more.
A quick shake and he takes off, a truly beautiful animal when he isn't trying to slice my arm or peck out my eyes. For a period of time back on Faerûn I lived in the open plains amongst a roaming herd of cattle. Much less elegant creatures. Regis soars through the air, almost hiding within the low clouds. I pull one of the mice out of the pouch and wiggle it about. He spots it. Fast and clean he snatches the mouse out of my hand, and swoops up into the air again. Too fast for me at first, but as the morning progresses we get down a routine.
He eventually tires and glides to a landing on my arm. There's more work to be done but it will be worth it in the end. For after the bird training comes the shack building. My own little home away from home, in the forests to the north.