Falcons, Eagles, and Crows For Contest Titles

FALCONS, EAGLES, AND CROWS Your aweful (sic) countenance of frowning eyes and sharp beak predates history. The pharaohs knew you, but you ruled the air for millenia before they built their pyramids and monuments. Even then, they knew your majesty. Knowing themselves unequal, man begged of you a favor, sweetly asked: fly for me, falcon, fly! Our knowledge of your world is tiny. How can we comprehend the hidden secrets of the air? the stories the canyons tell? What do we know of the kill; the beating of wings? You grant us a mere word in the library of your knowledge. All that is left to us is An Interest in Falconry. Once a bald eagle named Sitka enslaved me with her commanding eyes. Many were the hours I spent watching her. How was I to understand the wildness in her heart? I often wondered what she was thinking—and yes, oh yes, she was thinking— when she spread her awesome wings as if to fly. Was it sadness that filled her? I often feared it was. Years later, a Fledgling crow fell into my life from a fickle nest. She also seized my heart, and I nursed her until she was old enough to take her place in the currents of the air. They all fly freely here, out in the desert, blessed to inhabit a Nuclear-Free Zone. I visit their canyon to hear the scree of the hawk, the high pitched voices of the eagles, and the relentless caws of the crows; Alpha Males all, Calling to their forever loves. An Interest in Falconry Sitka The Fledgling Nuclear-Free Zone The Call of the Alpha Male