Time does seem to fly-fly---fly away -smile
One of the reasons I sold my near new-off the showroom floor
to to speak - 1953 3100 -5 Window Classic Pickup and bought the
53 Suburban was while living in Oregon I had attended an Eagle conference
in Klamath Falls and spotted the Burb sitting axel deep in the snow---
Heck with a camper shell I thought --and in the blink of an eye I had
overnight sold my pick-up and took a train to Kalmath from Silverton Ore.
The next few years when not working a little on the Burb--
Lady and * I * were on the road driving the hills and byways...
All over parts of Washington- Idaho-Oregon. With a perch in the
back next to her travel box- we would stop along the unplanned
drives and I would let her fly -and often call her back before the
sun would start to set -- and we slept in the Burb together --
She was very content to sleep in the nice big box-I had made
Hawks and Doves --- Raising and coming to know one of the
most pigeon killing hawks- a Coopers given to me when I was
around 7 years old-- taught me somethings about what I had
almost come to hate <... which later led me into Raptor research
and a role as a desiginated "free climber"- for a local team of
scientist-biologoists -. It's been a fantastic trip--learning always
learning something along the way--
Lady went into a Breeding project and the day
I transfered her title/lic to the project -I openly wept...
( Still deeply miss her in my life )))))
She would preen my face and tickle my ears -and
in the blink of an eye -if spotting something like a rabbit
She would Turn into a Full Blown- Wild Machine..
Could ramble on and on......Thanks Nate..
!
.
.