She desired interaction. One on one, every day, several times a day. She was a harris hawk in every possible way. She needed to be needed. She needed to be wanted. So I wanted her. I took her on in every way.
Still a screamer, she hunted quiet and caught a friggin fox!
Brilliant young girl. Still she called.
So I just decided to spend time with her. A lot of time. I taught her tricks!
OC stuff, harris hawks learn so fast!
My kiddo learned to take perches as ordered by voice command and visual cue. And she became silent.
Brilliant, beautiful and perfect.
It was a great thing that I taught her visual cues for feeding because I got hurt bad. I had to have just regular people feed her. And she was perfect for them.
She was perfect. She is with another falconer now and she is silent and perfect.
No hawk is "incurable". Only falconers are.