Ffion rang. It was a sunny day. I have a week and a half left to finish my book. She says, ” I’m going to fly my bird, do you want to come?” I say no, I can’t, I’m working, I don’t have enough time. I work for about another two hours. It’s beautiful outside. Still. Calm. Sunshine. I phone Fii. Ask if she has flown yet. ” No,” she says, ” I was waiting for you to call back and say you would come. I knewit wouldn’t take long.”
And how glad I was that I put the brushes down and went to see the Salt Water peregrine queen fly. Ffi has a licence from Defra to keep her until end of march by which time it is hoped she will be fit enough to go fly and hunt and not try swimming again. I hope to be there when she goes free.
Ffi has put in hours of patient care to build up this level of trust with a wild thing that I first saw in Ffion’s kitchen. This is what she looked like then. I will leave the photographs to say the rest.