The day was overcast as we stepped onto our bus, looking forward to a day in the country. Our bus driver introduced himself and soon started telling us of the fascinating history of Ireland as the city gave way to rolling hills and entire fields of bright yellow daffodils. Soon enough we had reached our goal: the windy hill home to a rugged flock of sheep and lambs where we would get our chance to experience the wonder of falconry. We started off holding delightful owls who we had the chance to talk with, dance with, and pet. Then came out the hawks, who flew through the air catching food, and enjoyed landing on people’s heads. As we watched their incredible flight the winds got stronger and stronger. By the time the falcons came out, the wind was almost strong enough to knock a person down and the light rain hit like solid masses. But as we watched the awe-inspiring aerobatics of the falcons, it didn’t matter. They used the wind to glide gracefully and effortlessly through the air and maneuvered at incredible speed with pinpoint precision. Despite the weather, the display is still clear in my mind, as I suspect it always will be for all of those who witnessed it.

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