When I was young, I wanted to be a falconer (amongst other things). A large part of this was the romantic image of holding my gloved hand out, and a raptor sitting gently on it. Of course, there is a lot more to it than that and it is definitely not a mainstream occupation in Australia, but I remain fascinated by raptors, and read up on hawking during a semester when we were studying domestication of animals.
I was thrilled to see one of the smaller falcons (Brown Falcon, I think) swooped briefly into my fig tree one year.
And then Maman sends me a link....