Charli is prompting us with a raptors this week
October 19, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a raptor. Let your imagination take wing, or dive into natural science. Tell a story about flight, talons or tail-feathers. Create a myth or share a BOTS (based on a true story). Set the raptor in a spectacular place or focus on bird itself. And for clarification, raptors are eagles, hawks, falcons and owls.
A kestrel was the first bird of prey I recall. We lived at the top of a hill and our house was surrounded, in my childhood memory with pines and oaks. Somewhere, in some high branch this extraordinary aviator nested.
Dad knew. He had eyes like a hawk when it came to birds and his excitement was palpable. It never diminished. Even into his 40s, when we walked across the boggy heath land of the New Forest for the first time and he saw a buzzard his eyes shone. The hover is what did it for him, that ability to hold its position and then dive. That’s what he loved about these raptors. Enraptured.
It is perhaps one of many lessons dad taught me without being aware of it – the ability to remain childlike in the face of natural wonders.
This week’s flash involves Paul and his daughter Penny on a day out.
Learning from the birds
‘Next Colin will fly over there; we’ll entice him back with a little treat.’ The handler oved his hand and the eagle hopped across.
Penny’s eyes were wide with excitement. ‘How does he make him do that, dad?’
Paul said, as the bird soared high. ‘No idea but I’m not sure you ‘make’ them. It takes team work.’
‘But he’ll come back, won’t he?’
‘There must be a risk he won’t. It needs trust. Like any relationship.’
Paul watched as she gasped at the bird’s dive. If only it was so easy with human relationships, he thought.
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