Tim Gallagher, author of Falcon Fever, can Write. He has also lived life and noticed enough that he has some things to say. Here's an excerpt from pages 43 and 44 of the book.
"Jimmie White was a biker. . . . He was thirty-five years old when I met him--stocky and muscular with thinning reddish-blond hair, a ruddy complexion, and a broad Texas drawl . . . .
For several years he had owned a huge female golden eagle and hunted jackrabbits with her. . . . She was obviously a favorite bird of his, and he spoke of her often. . . .
He also recognized her potential to be dangerous. He would often carry her on a big curved T-perch, which was strapped to his body in such a way that the eagle sat with her feet at Jimmie's eye level, just a couple of feet away from his face. (This contraption helped reduce the fatigue that carrying a fourteen-pound bird on your arm would cause.) One day as she sat on her T-perch, Jimmie was blowing a referee's whistle and feeding her tiny tidbits of meat, trying to develop a Pavlovian association between the sound of the whistle and the food. Annoyed, she suddenly snatched the whistle right out of his mouth with her massive foot--so deftly and quickly that he was still blowing air out of his mouth for a couple of seconds after the whistle vanished. She could just as easily have taken his whole head in her foot and brought him thrashing to the ground, squealing like a dying rabbit."