I’ve been a falconer for a very long time. I can’t say why exactly, but something about falconry completely captured my passion and spirit as a twelve-year-old and has held me enthralled ever since. I think about what drew me to falconry more and more as I get older. As a kid, I always loved nature, and I’d been training and handling various animals–dogs, parakeets, frogs, toads, snakes, lizards, pigeons, sparrows–since childhood, but for me, from the first time I put a falcon on my fist, no other interest ever came close to competing with falconry. Even when I quit flying birds for a few years at one point in my life, falconry was always there, lying just below the surface like an incurable affliction temporarily in remission.