It’s Tuesday but just barely. I’m meeting Andy Hall and his ferruginous hawk, Tony Stark, at a Starbucks. The sun won’t show up for at least another hour. In this early part of the falconry season, Hall explains, it’s best…
I wanted a line snaking around the block, backing up for an hour, two or three. Then, my neighbors and I could have bemoaned the process. Complained about lack of preparation. Discussed that how, when we wake up tomorrow, there…