Chapter 138

"Get the lure." I said to Brija. She reeled in the short line, hiding the lure in her hand. The tiny kestrel faced me, running back across the table with its mouth opened wide. "See," I began, "This would be considered a wrong behavior. However, there is no correcting only, ignoring and persuading. Hand me the lure." Brija gave me the lure and I sat it atop the glove. I then placed a little chunk of red meat on the glove. The bird's head began to bob wildly as she began calculating the distance between my right hand and her current position. Granted, it was less than two feet but considering she had very underdeveloped flight muscles, it was the equivalent of humans leaping four times their vertical height. Nonetheless, the tiny bird did the extended jump, a trait common in avians. They'd increase the distance of their leap by intense wing beats. She landed, gobbling down the meat. "She's a very well-motivated bird. After a while, she'll stop doing this because she's hungry and start d