Comments on: SMM2005 Kickoff Pics http://austringer.net/wp/index.php/2005/12/13/smm2005-kickoff-pics/ Wesley R. Elsberry's personal weblog, talking about falconry, science, antievolution, computation, and the broken body he lives in. Sat, 19 May 2012 07:55:37 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Treban http://austringer.net/wp/index.php/2005/12/13/smm2005-kickoff-pics/comment-page-1/#comment-14752 Treban Sun, 25 Dec 2005 01:03:11 +0000 http://austringer.net/wp/?p=178#comment-14752 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. . . 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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