Sable is twenty-six years old, ancient by bird standards, and this attests to good care all of her life. She is a Harris hawk, rare in these parts since their range is more southwestern, in the Mohave desert. Yet she seemed to do quite well in the blackbrush and sage hills that cover much of the area between Saint George Utah and Zion National Park.
Sable is placed on a nearby volcanic rock and she stays for about
Sable gets her well-earned reward. She flew about 10 times for the exercise, the training and the photographers. None of these things matter to her. Her life is confined, yes, but she is as wild in spirit as a hawk can be. She gives the gift of her spirit every time she takes a flight, and she asks for nothing in return but a little breakfast. She is Hawk, and Hawk must be Hawk forever. That's why we're here, not only to take pictures but to feel the Hawk in ourselves.