This may sound perverse, but one of the things I love most about raptors is that they appear to despise me when they look at me. I think part of it is just the natural regal, somewhat ferocious look many species appear to have, like bald eagles. And part of it is I’ve done raptor rehab work for a couple of years and I encounter lots of raptors that really do hate me, because I am holding them against their will, forcing mice or chicks down their throats, giving them medicine, prodding them to exercise in flight cages, or otherwise annoying the hell out of them. And for some reason, nothing thrills me more than picking up a raptor and having it glare at me with all the hatred it can muster. Well, maybe having a raptor in the wild glare at me is even better: I can’t decide.
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