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DIY: Pole Perch

Completed pole perch, and a happy falcon. I used cocoa mat (formerly a doormat) and photographed from above; actual perch is about 64" tall.

Today I finished Atticus’ pole perch, which is where he’ll hang out–unhooded–while I’m around to check on him. I based the perch on the design described in Falconry Equipment: A Guide to Making and Using Falconry Gear by Bryan Kimsey and Jim Hodge. It’s a must-have book for every falconer, but it is lacking in specifics and how-to advice. So I’ll share mine, for what it’s worth.

The pole perch is a highly-customizable piece of equipment that anybody can build without specialized tools. Following is my “recipe”, with notes. With the exception of the stadium turf, everything needed can be picked up at your favorite Big Box building supplier. I happened to go to Lowes.


  • (1) 24-in. 1.25″ Galvanized Pipe
  • (1) 38-in. 1.25″ Galvinized Pipe–you can go shorter, but you’re shooting for a shoulder-height overall structure
  • (3) 1.25″ Galvanized Floor Flanges
  • (1) 38″ x 26″ sheet of Galvanized Hardware Cloth (the book specifies chicken wire, but hardware cloth is MUCH easier to work with, and provides more stable walls.
  • (1) 38″ x 26″ piece of either loop-free carpet (watch for fraying), heavy, tight-woven canvas, or other durable, snag-free material.
  • (1) 26″ x 2″ strip of above material, for seam cover.
  • (2) 12″ diameter 3/4″ thick pre-cut plywood rounds
  • (1) 24″ diameter 3/4″ thick pre-cut plywood round
  • (1) Eye screw, about 1″ eye; shank length at least 1″.
  • (1) Appropriate 12″ diameter perch covering. I’m using cocoa mat, but might switch to stadium turf. Note, I am also fiddling with a replaceable covering system using hook-and-loop…I’ll report my findings later.
  • (18-24) Cable ties (smallish, but strong works best to cinch seams together)
  • (12) wide-head screws, approx. 3/4″ long. Make sure heads are appropriate for flanges. Don’t skimp on quality.
  • Your favorite adult beverage
  • Heavy-duty contact cement.
  • Optional: Shorter sections of galvanized pipe, for table-top applications.
  • Also optional: Felt pads for underside of base, so as not to screw up wood floors.

Some of the essential tools and supplies needed for this project.


  • Marking Pen
  • Seamstress’ Tape Measure. Waaay easier for measuring hardware cloth than retractable, metal tape measuring devices.
  • Heavy Duty Hand Stapler, Staples. I do have an air stapler, but found that a hand stapler is sufficient, with the added bonus of not chewing up the wood or sinking in.
  • Heavy-duty toenail clippers, or small wire snips (for cleaning up any pointy edges on hardware cloth)
  • Heavy duty tin snips (for cutting hardware cloth)
  • Exacto-knife, box-cutter or other sharp knife (for cutting perch wrap, cylinder covering)
  • Drill, plus whatever smallish bit you have on hand, and driver bit for screws.
  • Small hammer for bashing staples flush
  • Bottle Opener/Corkscrew

The inverted "skeleton" of the perch cylinder, before non-loop carpeting is applied as a cover.


  1. If you’re an apprentice, verify this project with your Sponsor. I have some fine-tuning to do, and am not leaving my bird unattended until I know the perch-surface securing system (hook and loop) is safe.
  2. Find center on your plywood rounds.
  3. Drill guide hole on 12″ round that will be the top of the perch.
  4. Install floor flanges on rounds; one 12″ round will have a flange on either side. Remember to stagger screw points.
  5. Connect both 12″ rounds with 24″ galvanized pipe. Be sure threads are properly seated.
  6. Staple hardware cloth to top round, aligning top edge of wire in the middle of the top round. Staple every inch or two.
  7. Use hammer (or smooth rock, or your partner’s iPhone) to be sure staples are properly seated.
  8. If the wire is properly installed, the seam should line up nicely. Your choice if you want to cable-tie the seam before stapling wire to the bottom round.
  9. Once the wire is installed and the cable ties applied, be sure all tag-ends of the ties are flush. Turn in cable tie ends toward inside of cylinder.
  10. Repeat process with cylinder covering material , starting from the top, and aligning material to the top edge of the top round, or a wee smidge below.
  11. Important…if you even think the staples will come loose, i.e. you’re using a thicker material, borrow an air stapler or be certain your staples have a sufficiently-long shank. Do not allow any room for the staples to catch toes/talons, or tempt your bird to pry them out.
  12. Securing the material seam: Bond a strip of material over the seam with a heavy-duty contact cement.  Be sure there is no way for your bird to snag a toe along the seam. Follow instructions for drying; be careful of fumes around your bird.
  13. Attach your perch covering of choice to top of cylinder using contact cement. DO NOT use staples for this part.
  14. Connect cylinder to 24″ base, using 30″ galvanized pipe. Be sure threads are properly seated.
  15. Set stand in its proper location, being aware of distance from walls. Find an old sheet or towel to drape around base to catch mutes. If your bird is larger than mine (a 420-g tiercel Barbary) you might want to put sandbags on the base to add ballast.
  16. Install your bird. Make sure leash doesn’t allow bird to bate more than halfway down the side of the cylinder.  Also…it’s a good idea to observe your bird very closely the first few times you have him on the perch, with an eye out for any snags or problems that you might have missed.
  17. Gloat, and have that drink!

Note the placement of the top edge of the hardware cloth.

It’s important to remember that pole perches do not allow your bird free access to water. Always monitor your bird’s moisture intake, and have his spray bottle or drinking cup handy to offer on a frequent basis.

When placing your perch, consider the following: Birds will bate toward uncovered windows. Ceiling fans cast shadows that freak out birds. Artwork depicting predators, or tv shows featuring predators freak out birds.

You might want to try the following…rather than have the strip covering the seam of your covering, cable-tie a strip of corrugated cardboard or plastic (i.e. Coroplast) to your hardware cloth before you staple it to the rounds. You can then glue or staple your outer covering to this strip at the seam. I’ll try this with the next perch I build, and report back later.

So far, Atticus loves his new perch. The height gives him a sense of security, and he looks pretty smug being at eye-level (if not slightly above) the helper-monkeys in the house. If my cat gets into the living room, he can’t reach the bird, even when Atticus bates; I’ve made sure there’s no furniture from which the kitty can launch.

Honestly, I hate building stuff, but this was a really easy project once I figured out how to find center on the rounds (thanks, Fox, for helping!) Because the pipe fittings can be broken down, this perch can be packed up and hauled along on trips, or modified for different heights. With a little varnish and color-coordination, it’s easy on the eyes, as well.

I’ve seen similar pole perches designed with a lipped tray as a base, in which one can put cat litter. (I’d do this, but of course my cat would just shit in it all day.) Other modifications might include leaving part of the cylinder bottom unstapled, so you can stash leftover Halloween candy or miscellaneous contraband inside. Maybe a battery-operated voice recorder to make your housemates think your bird is telling them to do their dishes. The possibilities are endless…as long as the end result is safe for your bird.

Smug little bird, with a commanding view of his surroundings. Sorry about the crappy cell phone pics!

First Falconry Bunny: January, 2011

There’s gotta be a pile of bunnies at the end of that rainbow, right?

When I headed to Palm Desert last Christmas, I’d only had Tali about a month. She’d pummeled her first pack rat in a local hunt, but had yet to score a cottontail. Having scouted out patches of desert near my Mom’s house down south a couple months before, I’d seen tons of desert cottontails and jacks, so I was confident we’d have a full freezer by the time I returned to Oregon late January.

Ha! Right.

For the first couple weeks, Tali and I spent hours a day on what I began to refer to as “hawk hikes”. We’d drive out to some promising wash, and she’d follow me from tree to tree as I bashed creosote bushes and flipped debris, praying for anything alive to scurry out. It would become a game; she’d follow me for a while, and then she’d take the lead, perching above promising piles of corrugated metal or logjam and squeaking at me to do my part as the flusher.

In all these hikes, the most we bagged was a pair of cheap Foster Grant sunglasses (she was pretty enthusiastic about killing these) and the dessicated remnants of another raptor’s kill. We accomplished much more, however; her glove and lure recall became automatic, and in spite of my utter failure to produce flushes for her, she kept her faith.

Typical “Hawk Hike”

We started playing games of “hide and seek,” where I’d scramble up and behind some boulders, and call to her. She also learned that, if I suddenly sat down for a water, shade, smoke or snack break, that she’d get some tidbits if she flew down to my side. I also got to convince my mom to come out with us for a few “hunts”  a short walk from her house, and for the first time, I think my mom actually understood why I love these damn birds so much. Watching her beat the shit out of the bushes with my bamboo pole was pretty fantastic, too; I haven’t seen her that animated since I was 17, and told her I was going on the pill.

But none of this is really falconry. I needed to get some game under my bird, or risk Tali losing faith in me. And there simply weren’t any rabbits out.

I finally contacted some falconers outside the Coachella Valley to see if I could get some advice on good spots within a few hours’ drive. Within two hours of putting out the bat signal, I learned three things:

  1. The rabbits were highly cyclical in the Valley, and this part of the year, there was a bit of a bunny drought…possibly due to a boom in the coyote population.
  2. There was an excellent complex of fields an hour north, with a Starbucks across the street.
  3. I should have freaking let go of my desert hawking fantasy after the first week, and asked for help from the get-go.

The very next day, triple Venti Americano (with room for cream, please!) in hand, I mudded my truck into that field and assessed the terrain. A line of telephone poles and wire fence bisected the field, and on the far side, I observed in the distance a hag pair of Red tails circling away towards the north. Keep an eye on those two, I noted. To the east and west, the fence line ran for a good quarter mile or so (I suck at gauging distances) and the whole complex was an expansive oasis of green amid suburban development. Underfoot, my Muck boots squished over a sea of fresh rabbit turds, inspiring a huge grin to break across my face. Inside the cab of my truck, in her hawk box, Tali was making a godawful, hungry racket.

Will today be the day? Hell, YES!

I set about the tasks of gearing up–putting on my vest, installing and testing Tali’s telemetry, pocketing her tidbits and lure garnish. I developed a game plan in my mind…flush southward from the fence line, following the bunny trails through the low bushes. If that didn’t pan out, we’d hit the small gully on the other side of the fence, if that hag pair had disappeared from view.

I decided to start her out with a couple tee-perch exercizes, as I’m getting Tali used to riding above me for a higher vantage point. A tee perch is just a mop handle with an Astroturf-covered crossbar, useful in treeless areas such as this one. But Tali ignored the perch, favoring the utility pole behind me.

Fine. Whatever, let’s get going…

I had barely begun beating the brush when I heard my bird utter the most horrific territorial scream. I spun around to see her launch herself westward. She had a look of absolute, utter hateful determination about her, and she was moving FAST, even against a brisk light wind.

Out of nowhere, that hag pair had appeared, perching on a pole at the far end of the field.

Ohhhhh shit. That’s what I was thinking, and I’m pretty sure the resident hawks felt the same as Tali rocketed down their way. The overcast day and the distance prevented me from visually untangling the “who’s who” in the brawl that ensued; in an instant, all three birds were in the air, feathers were flying, and I was in sheer panic.

Then, one bird took off, flying out of the field and disappearing over a housing complex across the road. A second bird settled back on the pole.

And a third dropped like a stone into the grass below.

Ohhhh, FUCK. (let’s be honest here, “fuck” is entirely appropriate in this situation. If you are tenderhearted and you have an issue with the word “fuck”, close your eyes, dear Reader. It’s gonna get ugly.)


fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! ! I yelled, dropping my coffee and diving for my truck.


I low-geared it up a muddy slope, unknowingly splattering some kid out with a pack of dogs, trying to earn a buck as the neighborhood dog walker. (To my credit, he was a good twenty yards behind me.)

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, I exclaimed, as the pole-perched bird took off in a northerly direction. I couldn’t see jesses or the white breast of my juvenile bird, and I became convinced that Tali was either on her way to Santa Monica, or electrocuted in the grass.

When I got as far as I could go in my truck, I leaped out, leaving the engine running and the door open. Talking Heads blared from the DVD player, barely drowning out the ding ding ding ding of the door chime. I scrambled up the grassy hillside, looking for a smoking pile of feathers along the  fenceline.

I began to cry, as all the horrors of my short falconry career flashed before my eyes…Yakez painfully wasting away due to mis-prescription of de-worming meds. Freyja, circling out of view when she got away from me months before.

I can’t do00000 this annnnnnnny morrrrrrrrrrre!

Finally I saw it. A motionless patch of mottled brown in the deep, wet grass. I braced myself, sucking in my breath, wiping the tears out of my eyes.

You have to check. You HAVE to put your Big Girl Pants on and face this. If it’s not her, you’ll have to grab your receiver and make tracks for that other bird, fast.

I took a step forward, and then stopped. WTF? A clump of brown fluff sprung up above the feathers. And another. And then a clod of red.

I stepped closer, and then…Tali looked over her shoulder, wings mantled and her cere covered in gore. She uttered a happy squeeeeeeeeeeeeee! and then returned to the task of..,.

…devouring a rabbit!



I collapsed beside my bird and pulled my shit together long enough to snap the leash to her jesses. I was crying again, but now out of sheer relief and utter joy. And pride. Sure, she had totally blown me off, and technically, this had been a self-hunt (in my mind, like ass-snagging a salmon when river fishing, it sorta loses the shine of victory) but my ballsy bird had run off two resident hags, raided their hunt and killed her first rabbit!

In the short time between her kill and my melodramatic arrival on the scene, she’d nearly devoured the entire critter. It had been a young bunny, but large enough to give her the most enormous crop I’d ever seen on a bird. One leg, the tail and the stomach remained as I began taking photos with my Evo to send to everyone I knew, first and foremost my Sponsor. (Sorry to those of you who were eating lunch, and who have no interest whatsoever in fuzzy piles of guts. Really. Sorry.)

I commenced to rolling around in the grass at hawk-level, whispering proud, sweet nothings to my murderous bully of a bird, laughing and crying like a complete, off-her-meds idiot. Finally, when Tali couldn’t eat another bite, and she had begun to entertain herself with plucking and flinging fuzz off the rabbit leg, I picked her up and carried her back to the truck. She was so blissfully stuffed, she had to lean her wing across my back, and rest her weight against my shoulder to keep from toppling over. Her eyes were squinty, and she was cooing.

Who cares if it was a self-hunt, I told her. This totally counts. We made it. This is what it’s all about… Finally.

Tali’s crop, after her first falconry rabbit. * Four hours* after her first falconry rabbit. Looks like a sassy pinup girl, doesn’t she?

Caught on Tape!

06/07: Just wanted to update this post to note that, now that she’s actually using her pan, I’ve swapped in a much larger tub. She’s becoming a regular water baby!

Fed Up

There are a few terms used in the English vernacular which can be credited towards falconry. “Fed up” is one of them. See, when a bird has hunted and is allowed to fill her crop on food, she won’t be as responsive to tidbits offered by her falconer to lure her to the glove. Therefore, she is “fed up” and done for the day.

I found out today that there is yet another reason why “fed up” is a falconry term. Today I stopped by the regional Migratory Bird licensing office to check on the progress of my paperwork. This office is in a federal building located right smack in the middle of a giant mall complex, already giving the experience two counts against it: One, I don’t do malls. Two, there’s a wee issue about a tax return that I need to clear up. So when I slunk into the lobby and saw a bunch of “Wanted” style posters, I was relieved that none bore my countenance.

I was also greeted by two shiny security guards manning the front desk, and a ginormous x-ray machine. The guards greeted me, and I asked for directions to my destination, explaining why I was there.

“Huh,” one of them said (we’ll call him Uncle Bob). “Not off the top of my head…” The younger one (Little Bob) began flipping through loose sheaves of paper, presumably the directory.

“Isn’t that that lady that smiles?” he asked Uncle Bob. As if anybody who smiles would stand out? Wow, working for The Man might be worse than I’d thought…

“Yeah, Gwenn or something?” Uncle Bob said. He looked pensive.

“Is there a particular office you could send me to?” I squeaked, being as patient as possible.

“Uh, wait–are you registering for the Native American thing? With eagles?” Little Bob asked, brightening. I looked at a freckle on my arm, a little brown speck that pretty much represented the tiny  drop of Pawnee in my otherwise fishbelly-pasty Irish appearance.

“Nn…no, sir. Just the standard first-year apprentice falconry license.”

“Oh. OK.” More rifling through papers, and a couple phone calls later–about a total of five minutes–I was handed the phone; at the other end was Vanessa. The boys came through for me in the end.

Turns out the only thing the very helpful and friendly Vanessa’s waiting for is an expiration date issued by ODFW for my state license. To my relief, she said that the wheels had been greased by the newly-established Sacramento office; California is flush with falconers, and this time of year the Portland-based regional office gets slammed with application renewals. The new federal licensing crew had likely decimated the workload of the local agency, so I have a pretty good chance of being able to trap my bird this side of Christmas. Yay!

I thanked the gentlemen behind the counter and vamoosed back to my car, bound for the airport area to pick up the pre-cut Coroplast sheets I’ll be using to make a bunch of hawk boxes. (This went well–and mind you, I have NOTHING but good stuff to say about Laurie and Scott at CalSak Plastics, 888-302-2122.
From there, I resisted temptation to stop in at IKEA–no, the mews does NOT need a new leather POANG chair–and dashed downtown to dig through the scrap barrels at Oregon Leather Company. I made out like a bandit, claiming some excellent leather for additional jesses, anklets and hoods, and then scurried home with only a few stops that wouldn’t interest anyone who doesn’t have a fascination with printer accessories, produce or self-serve car washes.

In the past few days, I’ve built my BC trap (which merits its own post) braided another leash, joined another apprentice and my Sponsor for a day of trapping (which I’ll probably mash into the BC post) and totally avoided cleaning my garage, which I really need to do before I begin building all these hawk boxes. But I’m hurdling closer and closer to the planned trapping date of September 19 (give or take, depending upon paperwork) and feeling pretty excited about it.

That is, unless the IRS has followed me home without me knowing it. (If Uncle Sam’s minions are indeed reading this, hi there, you’ll be hearing from me soon!)

Mews Interior

OK, enough messing around with Photoshop. Time to cough up some photos of the mews interior. These were taken with a wide-angle lens (12mm) and yes, there’s still some taping to be done on the Coroplast. Perches won’t be installed until after the bird is well-manned, and I won’t know for certain where they’ll be located…my Sponsor and hawk will have more input than I in this matter.

Taken from Doorway

Taken from Doorway

I used corrugated plastic to line the walls. This facilitates cleaning, and is resistant to moisture. Corners of Coroplast are sharp, so at my Sponsor’s suggestion I used duct tape to tape all seams and possible problem spots. I found white 3M duct tape at Lowes. I happen to know where to find pink duct tape, but I restrained myself…

NW Corner/Weathering Area

NW Corner/Weathering Area

Underneath the pea gravel, Yours Truly & Paranoid laid down #8 mesh to contain the gravel and keep out the critters. Then, about 2 layers of chicken wire, underneath plastic poultry netting. That’ll do!

NE Corner

NE Corner

For corners in the Coroplast where I didn’t have reinforcing studs, I used an additional layer of CP folded like angle iron and taped in. Works great. Especially if you go nuts and apply silicone adhesive to everything, including your hair, clothing and pets. Pic above is before installing the reinforced corners…back in the day when I was still popular in my household.

SW Corner and Door

SW Corner and Door

I still need to install doorjambs. Note the EPDM over the bottom sill, to prevent wear on the wood. I do worry about rot, though, and may find a different solution. Also note: Big mess outside the mews. This little alleyway will soon (but not this week, that’s for d*mn sure) be enclosed as a sort of safety corridor to prevent escaping birds.

Sunset over the Weathering Area

Sunset over the Weathering Area

During the day, the bird can watch us slave over the backyard waterfall/pond feature. In the evenings, he can enjoy spectacular sunsets. Room service included.

Bath Pan Blues


My bath pan's too small, so I have an excuse to get a hot tub. Thing is, I don't think I can handle all the parties...

After a bit of poking and prodding, I heard back from the ODFW biologist. I wanted to know if he was going to clear my tire perch. Well, he said it’s ok, but my bath pan is only 17″, and he wants me to get one at least 25″ wide. Interestingly, my bath pan is larger than any I’ve found on my local falconry supplier’s website, and everything I’ve read has said it would pass. No problem, I have a mortar mixing tub that’s plenty big, and the inspector’s pushing my paperwork along having spoken his mind, but maybe I can use this as one more justification for a hot tub…

Anyway, I’ve sent in all my fees, including my Federal license fee and my application/fee for a raptor capture permit. Thanks to the recommendation of the falconer whom I replaced on my Sponsor’s permit when he moved up to General, I’ll be using steel-core leader for my bal-chatri trap, which I’ll begin to build tomorrow. (Today was all about Photoshop, apparently, and worky work).

Why is it that so much falconry gear comes from tackle shops? I also picked up 300 yards of 80-lb test Tuff Line LP for braiding leashes, and as you know I’ve also got Sampo swivels. I was VERY tempted to pick up a giant latex tuna lure–a shad, or a squid–for my hawk’s lure, but decided that $30 was a bit too spendy. My bird will likely get a flip flop, or I’ll make something out of scrap leather and shot.

The mews roof, by the way, is being tested by some unseasonably heavy rain this week. I’ve been offered some corrugated metal by a good friend of mine, so I’ll haul it over in the Yeti sometime this weekend and slap it on. I want to finish the fascia as well, and a few other doo-dads before I’ll feel better about the whole thing.

So…now it’s waiting time. Could be weeks, hopefully not months before all my paperwork goes through. Keep your primaries crossed for me.

The Homestretch!

I’d have liked to title this post, “Inspection Passed!” but in truth, the inspector wants to do a little asking around before signing off on my tire perch. So, the day after the deadline, I feel like the mother who has just given birth to a hermaphrodite…kind of waiting around a bit for some verification before being able to yell “It’s a GIRL!” or “It’s a BOY!”.

In any case, it’s just a small glitch, and even if the ODFW biologist (whom I’d met previously as a volunteer, and who cheered me on during my exam back in April) decides he’s not satisfied with my white trash tire perch (I’m coming up with a new term…”Trashhawking”…) I’ll grab a Meng or bow perch off-the-shelf and have him sign off on it. In any case, he said he was impressed with my mews design, and he seemed to approve of my overabundance of leashes, both in variety and in sheer number (I’m up to something like six, and I haven’t even tackled the Dacron yet.)

I’m going to put up a separate page containing all my mews pictures, so you’ll have to be patient little chickens for a little while. Today, I’m totally beat. I’m taking a break from finish work (heck, I worked a 10-hour day at the Day Job) to grab a drool cup, put on the jammies and watch Noah Larsen on public access cable.

Oooh! I almost forgot. The ODFW office for our district is a stone’s throw from my place of employment, so I hopped over there during a break to get my hunting license. I added a deer tag and upland game bird tag, too…going to go after my first buck ever, and one way or another–by Remington or Red-tail, I’ll be going after some blue grouse as well this year. I guess from here on out, I might as well spring for the Whole Shebang license. Ted Nugent would be proud.

West Window

The windows on a mews need to be fitted with vertical bars so that the bird can’t get through, predators can’t get in, and when it bates, the bird can’t gain purchase. Glass doesn’t work–a bird will crash right into (or through) it, though it can of course be installed on the outside of the bars.

Post-inspection, I’ll be adding some trim that will allow either window screening to prevent West Nile, or a folding solid plywood insert in the case I need to block out one or more windows.

These things, by the way, are a major pain in the butt to cut and fit. I’ve made the windows as accessible as possible for the purpose of repairs. My next post will show the roof window, which was the easiest to install…but the one I’d dreaded the most.

West Window

West Window

Hawk Raving Mad

A decade ago (eleven years to the heartbeat, actually) my then-beau and I were up to our ears remodeling a neglected old Victorian apartment that hadn’t been updated since since shortly after the 1906 earthquake. I’m not exaggerating here. Anyway, upon announcing this new venture to a couple who had just completed their own old-house remodel, we received sobering stares and even more sobering advice:

1. Get a good electrician

2. Get a good marriage counselor.

In spite of having both, that relationship was pretty well screwed about the same time as the last panel of drywall. So maybe I should have known better than to try and drag poor Curt into this grand mews-building project. OK, so an 8×8 plywood shed is nothing compared to a six-month gutting and rebuilding of a turn-of-the-century duplex on a cursed (according to the neighborhood Asians, anyway) block, but like I believe I said in an earlier post–I firmly believe that power tools have some sort of electromagnetic force that scrambles the communication between the sexes. Birdhouse, bungalow or Byzantine cathedrals, it doesn’t matter. Things get crazy. Insane, actually.

And then there’s this equation: Heat + PMS + work deadlines + automotive drama = holy crap, that easy cheesy project just became a nightmare, turning Yours Truly into a twitchy, fussy, bossy, obsessed b*tch.  So, who cares who measured wrong, messed up that window or this wall, Curt. Thanks for your help. Thanks for drilling all those damn holes for the windows EXACTLY how I wanted you to, even the ones you drilled too small and had to re-do because I’d become so shrill that, out of instinct for self-preservation, you’d tuned me out.

Thanks for not killing me for (fill in the blanks, there’s a ton of material for you to work with here). Thanks for “offering” to rescue me when the Yeti blew a fuse in the Lowe’s parking lot, right after the Eewbaru’s radiator went tits up. And thanks for staying away when I just wanted to make my own mess for a while. (And then thanks for coming back anyway to help me clean up those messes.)

Thanks for the iced coffees, pancake snacks &  beer runs. Thanks for sticking around doing not-so-fun stuff when our friends had invited us to pool parties, river trips, what have you. I couldn’t have done this without you. This is a sport that’s going to take me away from you and our little family quite a bit (wait–AHA! No wonder you’re so compliant!) and it’s my responsibility, but you’ve really come through for me. You’re the best, love.


PS:  Can you help me fix that wonky part of the roof tomorrow?

Mews Pics (For Reals This Time)

OK, I’ve teased you all long enough. Here are some in-process shots of the hawk house before installation of the roof, windows, Coroplast, door and trim. I don’t think the mews will be pretty for a couple paychecks, but it’s certainly functional for the inspection. Thanks to Aaron, Anne and Curt…and to Corona and Fat Tire.

I’ll take and post final “Pre-Inspection” pics, but for now, it’s time to pass out cold. Tomorrow’s another day, and as I’ve decided to play it safe and install anti-predator wire netting within a 2-mile radius of the mews, I have a busy day tomorrow.

Oh, yeah….overheard the neighbors trying to guess what the heck this thing is. Guesses included tiger cage, gimp dungeon, grow house and mother-in-law quarters. I think I’ll keep them guessing for now.

Finally…Mews Pics!

Finally, at long last, the hawk house is….done?!

Gotcha! Photo was borrowed from Stephen Bodio's blog, http://stephenbodio.blogspot.com. Check it out!

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First Braided Leash

Since the heat is keeping me pretty much immobile, I decided to learn how to make a braided leash. I turned to the Instructables website, which has lots of great tutorials, looking for info on 8-strand braids. I found a few, but all seemed a bit intimidating, so I selected the 7-strand braid used in friendship bracelets…and then winged the rest, including the diversion where the braided cord splits and then rejoins to form the loop that fastens over the Sampo swivel.

Another crappy cell phone pic, but here she is….note, the leash is only half the required length, but it was a practice run, anyway…

A short, "practice run" version of a braided leash, using gold mason line. I'll be using dacron fishing line backing for the real thing, and likely adding another loop at the opposite end.

A short, "practice run" version of a braided leash, using gold mason line. I'll be using dacron fishing line backing for the real thing, and likely adding another loop at the opposite end.

As shown in the Instructables video, I used a home-made braiding disc “loom” cut from the lid from a margarine tub. (OK, it was actually mozzarella, but let’s keep things simple, shall we?) I’ve decided that my next disc will be made from something a little less snaggy, perhaps some heavy-duty cardboard.

It’s really quite pretty, and while it’s too short for anything but hand-holding a hawk, I’ll hang onto it for a while. I do want to practice making a monkey fist button knot, and while researching the best Instructable for making one, I also came up with an idea for weighting down a lure…a monkey fist knot with a weight in it. I know, more complex than it needs to be, but what the heck. Note, in the first Monkey Fist vid, you’ll want to focus on the knot itself, though paracord bracelets are fun to make.

Speaking of lures…my Sponsor came up with an ingenious design for one that I’d like to replicate that makes attaching tidbits spectacularly easy. I probs won’t post it here, though…that horn is his to toot.

How Not to Bend Steel for your Bow Perch

Having a friend do the welds for a bow perch, but neither of us has the proper tools to bend steel rod. Pinging a couple other metalworking geeks, but in the meantime, I hit Google.

More mews stuff

I have to admit, I’m a bit glad that DFW rescheduled. While I would have met even the moved up appointment with a passable facility, having a couple days to stand back and look things over has provided me with the opportunity to make a few changes here and there, all for the betterment of the bird.

I saw a pretty cool design on Nafex in which a falconer built a window that can tilt up, allowing the bird access to an enclosed, outdoor flight cage. I’m going to see about adding a hinge allow the bars to swing out (something about a possible malfunction on a garage-door type movement eeks me out) flush against the spot where the future fence would be.

There’s also a question I need to ping my Sponsor about…should I use a high-strength corrugated polycarbonate (tinted dark) panel in the roof? Or is that letting in too much light? I can go either way, really, but I suspect that the transparent panel would benefit me far more than it would a newly-trapped RT or, down the road, a sensitive goshawk. Not that I couldn’t temporarily cover it up.

Overall, the slowest part of building a mews was dealing with indecision. My Sponsor gave me some great guidelines, but there were so many gray areas to fill in–i.e. did I measure right? Did I really measure right? Did I really, REALLY measure right? Oh crap, I totally measured wrong…that kind of stuff. This is the busy season for me, work-wise, and most of my building sessions were done when both the beau and I were warped from a long day of work in record temperatures…and on the so-called “fun” work days, the beer and sun may be partially to blame for a bit of wonkiness in the assembly.

By the way, it doesn’t seem like I sustained any whiplash as a result of the little traffic altercation Wednesday. I was a little worried, having had a massive headache shortly after, but that could have been due to a particularly obnoxious customer, and hours of being on the phone with equally obnoxious claims adjusters. Still need to get the car checked, a bit worried about frame damage, or damage to the hitch.

We’re expecting temps in the triple digits the next three days, and tomorrow I’ve got a full plate at work. When I get home, I plan to do a bit of finish work on the shed in my shop…sanding the sills for the barred windows, which will break my heart to disassemble after the beau so valiantly wrangled all the EMT conduit into place…make a nicer door than I’d originally planned…maybe build an exterior locker for gloves, tools and the scale.

Oh yeah, one last thing…I was a bit excited about the whole Cash for Clunkers thing and the possibility of trading the Eewbaru in as part payment for an Element (the closest thing to one of the program’s fuel-efficient hawkmobiles I could find) but as it turns out, my little Outback (as in, drag outback and shoot) doesn’t qualify as a Clunker, according to ‘Bama’s crew. Now, there’s a little something to make me laugh, for sure.

The Bright Side

OK…so last Friday, my radiator died, and now yesterday, some woman slammed right into the back of my Subie…just enough damage to have me spending about four hours talking to insurance companies and auto shops…and just enough to throw me off kilter for yesterday’s mews wrap-up.

All I had left to do today was to finish the door, install the windows and hang the coroplast…and I had plenty of time to do so, until the truck wonked out on me…took me a few frazzled nerves and the assistance of an old Scottish samaritan in the parking lot to figure out it was a fuse that had wiggled out–AHA! Call off the rescue squad, and get back on the road….

And no sooner than I had, did I get a call from the ODFW inspector. He had to move up the appointment two hours, or postpone until August. It was pretty clear that he preferred the latter. I asked if he wouldn’t mind if the door was built, but simply not hung; same with the window. Nope, wouldn’t fly. When I was on the phone with him to confirm this, I gazed dejectedly at a Red-tail circling (mockingly?) above me.

To make a long story short, we’re postponing until the first week of August.

OK, so that means that I can add that second window, and futz about a bit more with the door. And the pressure I’ve been under this past week has produced one heck of a spiffy tire perch (I’ve got the makings for two) and has outed the whole hawk project to my neighbor, whom I’ll approach to do some back-up welding for me.

Even better, we have an unexpected guest coming in today, so this means we’ll have the sanity and energy to do more than just point to the sofa and say, “Hope you’ve had your shots, the kitchen’s a disaster” because there’s nothing like a full-scale project under pressure to cause the rest of one’s world to go keel up…

As long as the next appointment doesn’t fall through and it doesn’t take the Powers That Be forever to process the paperwork, I should still be able to trap a Red-tail by early September.

So…sallying forth and all that. And yes, I promise, pics soon…but first, time to get out the mop…

Almost…there…(gasp, choke…)

Whoookay. Walls are framed. Two are actually up and in place. About to crack open the stain and put a coat on the yet-to-be-placed back wall, as I won’t be able to reach it once its up due to its proximity to the fence.

I’ve done most of it myself, with a little help from the beau–but let’s face it, whenever dimensional lumber and power tools are within reach, they must emanate some sort of communications scrambler. “Hold this please” turns into, “Please ignore everything I say, and do something completely different.”

Doesn’t help that I’m still a bit on the floppy side from the heat. It’s cooled off quite a bit, but bouncing back from heatstroke takes a  while. We’re both pretty cranky. Pigging out on Chinese food doesn’t do a whole lot for your get-up-and-go, either…thinking of taking a bit of a nap before one last scramble.

Tomorrow I hit Home Depot or Lowes for a couple more pieces of lumber, roof decking, the EMT for the windows and skylight, some more galvanized nails and the hardware for the door. I’ll also call my boss and remind (nag!) him to pick up a load of corrugated plastic–he’s adding several sheets to his order on my behalf–and then it’s the homestretch.

The mews won’t be finished this week. I’ll be adding some style once the inspection’s finished. Giving it a board-and-batten look, and I’ll be enclosing a little alleyway as a safety door. Eventually I’ll add on an open weathering yard, but that probably won’t happen until next year.

It’s not the double-chamber setup I’d imagined, but it’s looking good.

The Pressure’s On

Since an inspector from a neighboring district is covering inspections in mine, they’re dealing with a bit of a crunch. So yesterday they gave me the choice of waiting until the second week in August, or bumping up my facilities inspection to this week.

I picked this week, and so I have to wrap up the mews in the next two days, plus get that perch together.

Not freaking out, really, since I have the next two days off, and framing is going along pretty well. What is getting me a bit worried is that I feel like I have a bit of a cold…go figure, we’ve had the hottest week of the year, and I have the sniffles.

The mice are responding pretty well to the new deadline–the first litter of pups arrived last night. Their momma looks pretty relieved–she’d been one miserable girl in yesterday’s heat. I’m trying not to disturb them, and will try and wait until Monday before getting a nose count.

I think the other female’s only a week behind–looking kind of chubby.

I’ll post photos of the mews build progress another time…forgot to mention that my Subaru’s thermostat went out on my way home from work, leaving me stranded on the side of the highway AFTER already suffering a bit of heatstroke. Yay, AAA. And yet another reason to look forward to fall and winter…

Of Mice and Mews

OK…the mews is well underway, and at least one of my mice is DEFINITELY preggo. That, or she ate a golf ball. Playing phone tag with state DFW to get a date set for the inspection, since that can be kind of an ordeal.

Since I have Sunday and Monday off, I’m planning on having the mews inspection-ready. OK, at least all the framing up and sheathing on…Sponsor has hinted that building the barred windows is like juggling snakes, so I’m preparing myself for that…

Falconry Glove FAIL

First, my apologies to my Sponsor, but I couldn’t help myself.

After an evening making jesses, leashes and anklets, my Sponsor asked me if I’d help him install anklets on his eyass goshawk. Of course, I was thrilled. My job was to hold the bird while my Sponsor clamped the grommets on the strips of leather, and the goshawk fussed through much of it.

I know that raptors don’t care much about hearing some human chick cooing encouraging words, but it calmed ME down a bit. Hooded and held on his back, the bird’s impressive talons reached for some sort of purchase, and when the Sponsor was finished attaching the anklets, he reached for the closest glove available so he could allow the bird to right himself.

Since we were right next to the kitchen, the closest available “glove” happened to be an oven mitt. Sponsor apologized, and I had to giggle…”Well, you can’t give me @*#& for using a $5 welding glove, I guess!”

And then I ran for my cell phone…”Please please can I take a picture?”

Sponsor: “Aw man, this is embarrassing…”

Function before form? This Goshawk isn't buying it.

Function before form? This Goshawk isn't buying it.

Now, I know that Rule #1 of falconry is, “Respect your Sponsor”. If it’s not, it should be. And I do–he’s got 20 years under his belt, and has been excellent and patient in answering all the questions I’ve thrown at him. He didn’t laugh at my first attempts at cutting leather for jesses, and, let’s face it, he’s committed to putting up with me for two years as I gain my own footing in this sport.

But it did make me relax a little. There’s a lot of attitude in the falconry community–no different than in any sport–and it’s easy to get caught up in the awe of $200 custom gloves, fancy hoods and so many of the other falconry accessories played up as status symbols. My Sponsor, even before this small moment of hilarity, has made it clear to me that it’s about the birds, not the bling.

Clearing The Mews Site

Time to show off the location of my mews…hopefully I won’t get too defensive. Or worse, abandon all plans of building in favor of hooking up my hammock to the frame, which we unearthed after a season’s overgrowth!

Two months ago, the entire space pictured below was nothing but blackberry brambles and holly branches. this 14×24 (give or take) area has, for the last year, been nothing more than a neglected storage and staging area for various projects, such as the Pit of Doom–er, pond. Hugs and kisses to the beau, who has been the driving force behind clearing this mess.

The space is larger than it looks, and will easily accommodate a 16’x8′ structure, which I’m proposing. I want to build a two-chambered facility that leans against the back wall of the garage (right of pic, above). The divider between the two chambers will be convertible, should I decide to have a pass-through door or remove it entirely.

Almost, but not quite, cleared

Almost, but not quite, cleared

One chamber will house my RT, and the other will provide temporary storage. Should I have more than one bird, or need to house a second for any reason, I’d be able to do so. Each chamber will be a combo weathering/mews design, meaning that the bird will have a portion of its chamber exposed to rain and sunlight while the remainder allows for privacy and protection from the elements.

The ground is quite level (the debris is tricky to the eye) and very hard-packed. When I purchased this house 8 years ago, a storage shed lived in the middle of the site, doubling as a dog house. I tore everything down a few years back, but saved the concrete footers, which may come in handy. All work came to a screeching halt today upon discovery of a massive bumble nest living under a pile of old roofing shingles that hadn’t made it to the dump. Since Yours Truly happens to be a beekeeper, I threw on my suit and recovered the nest.

Bumble Nest from a debris pile stopped us in our tracks.

Bumble Nest from a debris pile stopped us in our tracks.

But back to the snapshot of the site…In the forefront, you can see the lining from the pond. I’ve got a bunch of decorative rock incoming, and I look forward to finally finishing that monster project. Pea gravel will level out the area between the pond and the acess alley to the mews, which will run along the 7 ‘ tall fence (left). To serve as a “double door”, I’ll cover the space between what will be the mews front and that fence with framed welded wire or less-than-butt ugly netting, and place a welded-wire/wood door at the entrance.

The near-side structure will have a west-facing window (with a view of the pond and waterfall), while the far will have east-facing exposure (with a spectacular view of that concrete wall). Unfortunately, this area is on the north side of my house/garage, but I think that overall it’s a protected spot.

Oh yeah. Before people start screaming “West Nile….” I have more mosquito fish in that pond than you can believe, and once the water is back into circulation, it will be a pretty hostile spot for mosquitoes. If I intermew* my RT, I’ll put bug screens over the windows and barred portion of the roof, but during fall, winter and early spring, I don’t forsee mosquitoes as being a huge issue. Correct me if I’m wrong…

I really enjoy building, and I look forward to this project. My goal isn’t to create a stunning, Town & Country Magazine-worthy building to boast about on NAFEX.org, but a sturdy and functional hawk house that, with a little luck, will bear little or no resemblance to a meth cook’s hideout.

We’ll see about that.


*An “intermewed” hawk or falcon is one that has been kept through its moult, i.e. through late spring and well into summer. Wild-captured birds, particulary Red-tailed hawks, are often released back into the wild at the end of the hunting season, which in our area is typically between September and March.


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