There was a certain inevitability about it.
I live out in the west of Victoria. A massive grain growing area, and heading west it gets flatter and more open.
I've been training a team of young birds, deliberately paying no attention to the very large number of falcons out here. Wishing will not make them go away.
Today they got hit.
I went out to the second bend in the road, its not far, about 20 miles. We've been there several times.
I let them out, they did one loop and away!
I threw the boxes in the car and took off after them. I may have exceeded the 100 kilometre per hour limit once or twice

and was home little bit before them.
When they arrived there were
ONE, TWO, three
Four?
Oooh.
They arrived in ones and twos over the next 2 hours, I'm missing two tonight. I reckon I might see one tomorrow morning, I'll be surprised if the hawk hasn't has one.
But, despite that I'm well pleased with them. They obviously had a fair old chasing, but the training they have had stood to them. They kept dropping in all afternoon.
We might just have a quiet, resty day tomorrow.
