There is nothing like the communion between you and the bird when you free fly. The subtle gestures of the posture as they make themselves ready to take off from their perch to your glove. The uplift as they swing their body up to land on you, the feathers brushing you, and the magnificent whoosh of air that pushes off of them. Their taloned feet grasping you as they again test the wind and leave your hand. For a brief moment a seperation between the two of you does not exist. What a privledge to host such a creature, to share space and air. I miss it like a dull ache, what can come close?
Soon I will end this silly blog space and take my photos with me.
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