My husband and I visited Vermont to celebrate our anniversary at a sweet hotel called the Woodstock Inn. This place is incredibly Vermont because it 1) has its own farm nearby for growing veggies and 2) (far more importantly, to my mind) they make their own freaking cheese.

But best of all, they have falcons.

Mutha fucking falcons!

All in all, I got to celebrate nineteen years with a truly amazing dude and play with some falcons at the same time. Bonus! Our falcon was named Konrad. Here’s what I learned through this experience:

Lesson Number One. When you say you’re going to play with falcons, and your boss sends you this in a message, then you know you’re doing something right.

They might be scared of me back at my office. This is a good thing.

Lesson Number Two. Falcons are gorgeous animals that land on your arm like a champ if you have food.

Case in point: I’m having a religious moment with Konrad on my arm. Meanwhile, he’s scoping out snacks.

Which brings me to my next item…

Lesson Number Three. Unless you’re a small slab of raw meat, falcons have no fucks to give about you.

The exception to this is if they already ate some meat from your glove and you’re providing a nice vantage point to target grasshoppers. That’s our Konrad.

So, in summary, if you’re wondering what predators think, this video nails it.

Basically, falcons are like the dogs in this video, only their vocab is limited to ‘food, food, food.’

Lesson Number Four. I need to work more falcons into Angelbound!

I had some in Maxon, but clearly, that wasn’t enough. In fact, I better stop blogging and start writing pronto!

Cheers,

CB