My dog ran away. It wasn't exactly too much of a loss for the family because nobody really liked her but mostly out of guilt for being so callous, we visited the Thieves Market. I swear to God it exists; anytime a pet goes missing or a house is robbed, off to the Thieves Market where you can get a dining room for 11.55 JOD flat (about $15) and buy back your stolen South Peruvian death hamster.
We didn't find her but what we did find, was a hawk. A living, breathing, murderous feathered beast of death and keeping with the familial habit of compulsive spending, we bought it for 15 JOD (19$), including a cage originally meant for a pigeon. On the way back I decided to name the hawk something that would make people want to attack me; Steven Hawking.
Back home after getting angrily yelled at for buying a hawk I decided to train the hawk under the assumption; how hard could it be? Apparently hard enough to require a 2 year apprenticeship in some countries and being totally illegal in others because of danger to the animal and the trainer. After trying to feed it with a half thawed chicken wing, I decided that the hawk was a beautiful free animal and should be set free, also "danger to the trainer" was a significant factor in my decision, augmented by the fact that Steven Hawking was angrily maiming the cage in the direction of my face every time he saw me.
I took Steven Hawking to a farm in the country, cracked open his cage by dislodging the cheap iron from the plastic base, and ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction.
Steve Hawking stood there, looked around in slight confusion then spread his mighty wings and flew right into a tree.
We didn't find her but what we did find, was a hawk. A living, breathing, murderous feathered beast of death and keeping with the familial habit of compulsive spending, we bought it for 15 JOD (19$), including a cage originally meant for a pigeon. On the way back I decided to name the hawk something that would make people want to attack me; Steven Hawking.
Back home after getting angrily yelled at for buying a hawk I decided to train the hawk under the assumption; how hard could it be? Apparently hard enough to require a 2 year apprenticeship in some countries and being totally illegal in others because of danger to the animal and the trainer. After trying to feed it with a half thawed chicken wing, I decided that the hawk was a beautiful free animal and should be set free, also "danger to the trainer" was a significant factor in my decision, augmented by the fact that Steven Hawking was angrily maiming the cage in the direction of my face every time he saw me.
I took Steven Hawking to a farm in the country, cracked open his cage by dislodging the cheap iron from the plastic base, and ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction.
