08/30/2026
Some people are part of your falconry story long before anyone else knows your name. ❤️🪶
This is my beloved grandmother, visiting me here in Washington from Peru and meeting Seth, our peregrine falcon.
When I was a teenager growing up in Peru, she was one of the people who always supported my passion for falconry.
I lived on the second floor of our home, and I still remember hearing her call my name after she and my grandfather came back from the market. She had brought chicken hearts for my falcons.
My grandfather, on the other hand, would complain that if I wanted to practice falconry, I needed to move out of the city and live in the countryside. 😅 And, looking back… he probably had a point.
But Grandma always had my back.
Even on the days when all I needed was a little change for the bus so I could get outside the city limits and fly my birds, she would help me.
All these years later, she is my last living grandparent, and thankfully she is still healthy. She still goes to that same market in Peru. She still buys chicken for her soups from the same place—and after all these years, the people there still remember that kid with the falcons.
They still ask her, “How is he? And how are his birds?”
I love that.
And when she came to visit me here in Washington, I finally got to put a peregrine falcon on her glove.
She still remembers this day with Seth.
Falconry has given me many incredible memories throughout my life, but some have nothing to do with the flight or the hunt. Sometimes it’s simply about getting to share with someone you love what they helped make possible many years ago.
This one means a lot to me. ❤️
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