Fletcher - a peregrine and a gentleman

Fletcher

One of our most popular birds, and a personal favourite of mine, Fletcher the peregrine, has died suddenly from a heart attack. It’s a big loss for us, but losses are inevitable, of course. However, Fletcher’s death was really unusual, as I’ll describe for you later in this post.

First, a little look back at Fletcher’s life and career with the Scottish Countryman | Inspired Falconry team.

Fletcher

Many of you know Fletcher well, having attended one of Steve’s displays at Strontian, Resipole, Fort William, Evanton, Kinlochard, Falkland, Craigtoun, Kirkcaldy, Lower Largo, Bellwade, or maybe you’ve enjoyed a bird of prey experience at our base, first at Pitscottie and now near Crail.

If so, you’ll have met Fletcher because he was a popular member of our team and a key member since Inspired Falconry started. Steve bought Fletcher at just 10 weeks of age in 2007, from a falconer in the north of England. We named him Fletcher after the arrow-makers of medieval times (the feathers at the end of the arrow, that make it fly straighter and further, is called a ‘fletch’, hence a ‘fletcher’). If you’ve seen Fletcher in a fast stoop, or watched peregrines on TV, you’ll probably have seen the arrow-head shape that they make when they dive vertically to catch their prey.

I took these images of Fletch at Laudale, probably in 2009 or 2010.

Although Fletch was fast, he turned out to be perfect for the display team Steve put together in 2008 because it turned out he wasn’t that good as a game hawk! Instead, he became wedded to the lure and was not so interested in heading off to chase game for himself. Although - he did, on occasion, head off during a display… (Did you ever go to an event and see him do that?! Tell us about your Fletcher memories in the comments below.)

Fletcher trained most days with Steve, when the weather would allow, and they became very comfortable with and confident in each other, getting to know their routine. Fletch was never the classiest eater, however, and Steve had to apologise for his wheezy, awkward eating style on several occasions; it certainly wasn’t something you wanted to see if you were about to eat!

When Steve moved the business across to Fife in 2011, Fletcher quickly settled in to his new flying ground, working at our base in Pitscottie and also on a short-term pest-control contract in Perthshire.

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He was a big hit at the displays Steve was invited to do at nearby Craigtoun Park, and at the summer fete in Lower Largo. Through these middle years, Fletcher’s plumage was stunning - that rich, slate grey and a gorgeous golden eye-surround, seer and feet. He was healthy, fit and full of vigour.

Here he is photographed by my brother in 2014, looking feather-perfect:

As you may know, Steve started out as a game-hawker, working initially with a buzzard to learn his falconry, but always with the aim of flying a Scottish peregrine, the ultimate British falcon and prized around the world for its speed and prowess in the air.

In more than 30 years as a falconer, Steve has been lucky enough to experience some exceptional game-hawking with peregrines, notably a tiercel named Miller and a falcon called Midge, but it is Fletcher, the lure-bound peregrine, that - over almost 12 years of service - has introduced thousands of people to this exceptional species.

It is because of Fletcher, a 1lb 5oz tiercel (under 600 grams), that many hundreds now know what a peregrine looks like up close; now know the speeds they can attain in the stoop, know the role of peregrines in Scotland’s eco-system, or know their prey species, or the fact that the males (tiercels) are one third smaller than the females (falcons), or know the differences in their immature and mature plumages, or know just how captivating and thrilling they are to watch in full flight. People like these, and many, many others:

Steve really enjoyed flying Fletcher. He was, in the main, bomb-proof, dependable. He was always happy to fly, even if the weather was bad, the wind gusting or swirling, even if the crowds were close or huge (like the many hundreds at Fort William’s Highland Games), even if he wasn’t at his optimum flying weight - it didn’t matter. And the reason he was so reliable, so great, is that he absolutely loved working with Steve: Fletcher loved his job!

Fletcher was a fast, assured, intense flyer with the slickest of turns; he was a full-on showman with a strategically low, cheeky dip mid-display that saw him skim just inches above the heads of his audience, making them all duck and whoop and smile! Fletcher was a real crowd-pleaser, but he would fly that way with or without a crowd - he just loved his matador-style lure contests with Steve and, as you can tell from the photos, Steve loved to see him fly.

Just last month, we posted this on our facebook page, showcasing some great photos that Wendy Dury took of Fletcher during her bird of prey experience. Here is the full set of images, showing Fletcher in his hood, pre-flight, his pre-flight checks on Steve’s raised glove, and his post-flight feed. You can tell he’s a mature bird: he looks older. He was getting old.

Last week, just after a fantastic, characteristically energetic and enthralling lure flight with Steve, Fletcher landed and Steve retrieved him from the lure. Fletcher was eating his reward, a piece of chicken meat provided to him by Steve, when he stretched a little, looked up at Steve and then closed his eyes and fell gently sideways. Stone-dead, from a heart attack.

The chances of Fletch having a heart attack whilst Steve still had him on the glove are incredibly small, but his remarkable end seems entirely fitting for a true foot-soldier of Steve’s business. As you will remember if you ever saw them fly together, Steve and Fletcher had a bond; they worked together for a long time and they knew each other well.

Fletcher was there from the very start and he’s been a brilliant asset and talisman for the team. We had the delight of seeing him fly for 12 years and we will always remember him very fondly. This spring and summer, if you visit The Scottish Countryman’s base, you’ll see Steve’s small memorial to Fletcher the Scottish peregrine. You’ll also (hopefully) see his successor in the team, young Logan, who’s currently under training with Steve.

Until then, here’s Fletcher, a peregrine and a gentleman, doing what he loved most:

photo by victoria warren: Fletcher in feather-perfect full flight.

photo by victoria warren: Fletcher in feather-perfect full flight.

Fletcher, our Scottish peregrine: 2007 - 2019.


If you ever met Fletcher or saw him at one of Steve’s displays, will you please share you memories in a comment below? We’d love to hear them.

Where do your birds come from?

Sourcing birds of prey for Inspired Falconry

If you've been following our series on what birds of prey can be seen in Scotland, you'll know that more than twenty species of raptor can be found in Scotland. Yet none of these are ever going to end up in the Inspired Falconry team, or - for that matter - any other team.

Why?

Under the Wildlife and Countryside Act of 1981, it is illegal to remove any bird from the wild. Eggs, nests, birds and their habitats are all covered by the Act to ensure that our native species can thrive. 

So how do falconers like Steve get their birds of prey?

The answer is that all of the raptors used in falconry in the UK today are either captive-bred in this country or imported under licence. Birds of prey bought from these breeders must come with the necessary legal paperwork, which - depending on the bird and its status under the law - may simply be confirmation of origin or an Article 10, which is like a passport for a bird. The Article 10 paperwork, for 'Schedule 4' endangered birds (9 of them, including the peregrine, merlin and golden eagle) contains information about the bird's parents and is matched with a numbered ring on the bird's leg. The Government Department for the Environment, Food and Rural Affairs (DEFRA) oversees this registration process.

British captive-bred stock may stem from wild-captured birds taken under licence or before the 1981 Act. Birds are bred in captivity by dedicated, skilled falconers and breeders who have learned to replicate nature as closely as possible in order to achieve any success. 

Why and how did captive-breeding start?

Captive breeding was initially a reaction to raptor population devastation caused by pesticides such as DDT in the 1950s. Changes in farming practices (enabled by pesticide use) and the effect of the poisons themselves decimated bird numbers during the 1960s. Prey species were drastically reduced in number and diversity and raptors' eggs were damaged by the pesticides, preventing their shells from developing properly. Raptor numbers declined sharply. Starting with peregrines, a small number of falconers set out to breed them in captivity, helping to save and then strengthen the population over time. 

Captive-bred birds can be released successfully into the wild, using a process called 'hacking', which we'll cover in another post. 

The network of UK's falconers and their mutual interests and interactions means that birds are now routinely exchanged or sold between them, depending on need and circumstances. Where a falconer can no longer provide a bird with the hunting grounds or secure mews it needs, another falconer will take on the bird instead. Some birds live for many years and may be retired from a breeding programme or from hunting, living out their days in more sedate places such as Falconry Centres, Owl Sanctuaries and Safari Parks across the UK.

Those of you who remember Peggy, our peregrine (pictured above), may recall that she was a retired breeding bird. You can see from her really dark colouring that she's a mature female. Ailsa the Eagle Owl (below), on the other hand, was only about 4 years old (and called something else) when she was bought by Steve from friends who could no longer fly her every day. 

Ailsa was previously named Precious ;-)

Ailsa was previously named Precious ;-)

How much are birds of prey?

Not that you'd ever want to buy one, unless you were highly experienced or properly trained and had the appropriate set-up, but we're often asked how much the birds are worth. The rather unsatisfactory answer is that it depends. It depends on the quality, gender, rarity, and training; it depends on the breeder and the birds' availability! It depends on what they are used for and how old they are. But, as a broad example, a mature, trained female Golden Eagle would fetch anywhere from £5,000-£7,000, whilst a male Barn Owl can be found for under £100. The cleaning bills and food preparation are a whole other story, though!

No matter where they have sourced them, falconers like Steve are passionate about birds of prey and pride themselves in their husbandry and care. It takes many hours and needs daily input to keep a bird in peak condition. A bird's condition is evident - in their eyes, their feathers, their feet and their general demeanour.  It certainly affects their ability to fly or to hunt. But that's another post for another day!


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