The boys loved Jake. Yep, that's this beautiful bird's name. Jake. And it was pretty amazing watching him swoop down from the trees to Uncle Michael's arm.
I was having flashbacks of my favorite childhood movie. The theme music blasting in my mind as I watched Jake fly around. And I was right there again, pretending I was the beautiful Michelle Pfeiffer putting up with Matthew Broderick's horrible English accent, dodging arrows in the sky.
Oh yeah. I was Ladyhawke. :)