SMM2005 Kickoff Pics

We drove down to San Diego and are staying with Andrea, a fellow falconer. So here are all the birds perched out in Andrea’s yard.
Registration on Sunday at the Manchester Hyatt in San Diego. I did an on-site registration for Diane, and it took over an hour of standing in line. The picture shows the advance registration counter.
Don Carder and Ann Bowles at the icebreaker event at Sea World.
A killer whale slides out as it would for medical exam, sample collection, or artificial insemination.
There’s a killer whale performing a behavior, having taken the behavior cue from the image on the display screen. Note the woman in the lower part of the frame. It’s her image on the display screen.
A trainer slides off a killer whale moving into the slide-out area.
A trainer and killer whale perform an acrobatic maneuver in front of the display screen.

Wesley R. Elsberry

Falconer. Interdisciplinary researcher: biology and computer science. Data scientist in real estate and econometrics. Blogger. Speaker. Photographer. Husband. Christian. Activist.

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  • 2005/12/24 at 7:03 pm
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    When I was a child I wanted to be a Falconer so very badly. I was very avid when it came to creating paper airplanes and I read a lot about birds while at the depths of that obsession. When I started to learn about falcons, my airplanes improved and I fell in love. Probably for the best that my parents felt that falcons might take a lot more responsability than I was exhibiting at that point and they were just too expensive, but I do occasionaly wonder what it would have been like to become so very close to such a noble creature.

    An aside, when my 3yr old son and I met Shamu at Sea World we were down front before the show and when Shamu popped her head out of the tank withing inches of our faces – my son said “hi” and waved – Shamu replied by spitting water into our faces. My greatest joy is that no camera caught it – I have the look on his face etched into my memory, for me alone. . .

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