Wildness Retained


This essay appeared in Patagonia’s catalogue focused on falconry. It is reprinted with permission from Patagonia, Inc. Photos by Jill O'Brien

For fifty years my days and dreams have been haunted by falcons, eagles, and hawks. I have been fortunate enough to live close to them. I know the strength of their talons and have felt their surprising weight on my fist. I’ve studied the perfect intricacies of their feathers and smelled their sweet, clean breath.

Dan training a falcon

But anyone who has spent much time out-of-doors knows them too; a dark streak across your path, a spot circling high in a limitless sky, a rush of wings behind an accidentally flushed duck. If you are lucky, you have experienced a frozen instant through a car window, when your eyes meet a cold stare from a fence post. In that breathless flash it is sometimes difficult to tell if the eyes are ferruginous, goshawk, or merlin. There is no recollection of color pattern or body shape. The guidebooks fail us, but we know it was a bird of prey. We can feel it.

falcon on the prairie


Of course we are connected to everything. But with the birds of prey, our connection is uniquely one of envy. Of the great triumvirate of human allies – dogs, horses, and birds of prey – only the birds of prey have remained rooted in the natural world. Our relationship to these three species was originally based in hunting for human survival. These are the species with whom we became partners and the holdover from those ancient days is that dogs are valued for their loyalty, horses for their strength, and birds of prey for their ability to inspire us with a wildness that we have forsaken. While mankind has moved away from their environment, birds of prey have remained part of it.

Falcon talons on a leather glove

It is not happenstance that the symbol of many civilizations is a falcon, eagle, or hawk. Their images are cast into coins, shields, sculptures, and elegant jewelry. In his book, “Birds over America”, Rodger Tory Peterson put our relationship with the peregrine falcon into provocative terms. “Man has emerged from the shadows of antiquity with a Peregrine on his wrist. Its dispassionate brown eyes, more than those of any other bird, have been witness to the struggle for civilization, from the squalid tents on the steppes of Asia thousands of year ago, to the marble halls of European kings in the seventeenth century.” 

The eyes that Peterson wrote about in 1948 continue to witness our struggle for civilization. While they still observe conquest, invention, and human exertion toward truth and beauty, they have taken on an additional role. In these days of the great environmental crisis, birds of prey have become our conscience and our guides. They choose not to not live in crowded, polluted places. They thrive on pristine landscapes and lead us to what is right and good about the world we are threatening to destroy.

I am forever amazed at the number of environmentally conscious people who were led to their realization of our place on Earth by birds of prey. From childhood I have spent many days at the top of cliffs waiting for a tiny glimpse of a golden eagle or a prairie falcon. I’ve walked endless white-sand beaches and New England woodlots. I’ve cruised the Great Plain in winter, hoping to see gyrfalcons or rough-legged hawks. There have been many companions who have blossomed into scientists, philosophers, visionaries, and eco leaders. Over the years our conversations have been far ranging but, when we found the bird of prey that we were looking for, words always failed us. A thousand times I have been struck speechless to observe a feat of aerobatics, a gesture of dignity, or a sense of nobility beyond the power of man.

Falcon flying against grey sky

Birds of prey are confident and at ease where the Earth is still wild. Follow them into their world. Notice them. Study them. They will call you back to who you really are and bring you to the quiet, beautiful corners of Earth. They will remind you why those corners matter.


  • Posted on by Debra

    I love watching for birds……..they are so majestic and beautiful. I have gotten photos of eagles and red tails. I watch the skies as we travel and on countless occasions my husband has pulled to the side of the, circled around and waited patiently while I try to get the " perfect picture"!

  • Posted on by Karen Filter

    Hi Dan! I remember you with your glove, the hood and pieces of meat training your falcon(s) in your backyard during high school years! I was fascinated how you had gotten nets up over the canopy of tall hardwoods to create a backyard, natural aviary! That was impressive. And you’ve remained involved w/ them all these years. Very cool.

  • Posted on by Paul Burggraff

    I find myself speechless to relate that I agree wholeheartedly with what you wrote since I’ve experienced that cold stare firsthand many times which drives me to experience it as much as I can while I’m still alive. I have a picture of my daughter with a kestrel in hand while we were at a MN raptor center release and see that look in her eye that makes me keep that picture long after it was taken. Thanks Dan.

  • Posted on by Larry

    What a coisdence. My wife daughter and I just got home from hiking the Scottsbluff National Monument and while we were sitting take a break we seen two sparrow Hawks hunting and swoop down and catch their pray. What an awesome sight to nature at her best

  • Posted on by Adrienne

    At the Midwestern university where I worked, a peregrine showed up and took up residence as we had an abundance of pigeons in town. Our facilities folks worked with the biology department and built a peregrine nesting platform and installed it on top of our tallest residence tower. The peregrine, unfortunately moved on as no mate showed up. But they do live in cities because there’s plenty of prey. And our own closely built subdivision has a Cooper’s hawk flying through trees in search of songbirds at bird feeders.

Leave a comment

All blog comments are checked prior to publishing
You have successfully subscribed!
This email has been registered