Falcons, Camels, Goats and Sheep

Going hunting with a falcon. The view of the pigeon needs to be manipulated with some tape so she flies upwards. Once it is released and has gained some ground, the falcon is being sent off. We jump into the cars, the chase is on. The falcon is after the pigeon, we after the falcon. The view is very hazy due to a small sandstorm which makes it quite hard for the falcon to follow his prey. Eventually, to my big surprise he loses the flattering pigeon. But now we have to catch the falcon.
With high speed we race through the sand, through ditches, over dunes, past some camels, across a highway. Thank goodness there was no oncoming traffic ... until the falcon was tired and lands on some structure from where the hungry bird can be lured with some chicken leg.
I am explained that after this long and exhausting chase against the wind the falcon will be exhausted to the extent that he develops a temperature. This you can determine, by touching the leg. Of course I have to try that, and the falcon takes my finger for some chicken and nearly bites it off. For all of my readers who have never been bitten by a falcon, THIS HURTS!!!
Now I have been knocked over by a donkey, bitten in my forehead by a camel, and my finger nearly amputated by a falcon. I wonder what comes next.
After that I am brought to the women's camp, but not without a short camel ride on the way.
And then the women's camp! What can you say, the women generous warm hearted, always ready to laugh, to party, to sing. Always making you feel welcome and at home and part of the family
Late at night a desert spring mouse came for a visit. I am sure it got some scraps of the bread, prepared just there and eaten like our crepes.Baca lagi