Chief, the red-tail hawk use his wings to hide his kill. He is a 1 1/2 year-old male captured as a juvenile.
Last year Jamie joined us on our fishing trip to Apalachicola. I sat next to a gerbil(Let’s call him Fred) and wondered what the hell this was all about. Jamie is a licensed falconer. The day before our trip, Jamie had taken his bird up to Lookout Mountain to give him some exercise. The wind was blowing out of the east and Jamie’s bird took off on an updraft leaving him birdless. Fred didn’t go fishing with us, but on the way back, traveling up US 27 in South Georgia Jamie would spy a red-tail, he put Fred in a cage like contraption and throw him out the window along the side of the road. We’d stop 50 yards up and wait. Jamie was hoping to trap a new bird. Fred was earning his keep. Thank goodness he didn’t trap a hawk. I just kept imagining what it would be like dealing with a wild Red-Tailed Hawk in the truck for 4 hours.
Chief moving to a new perch through North Georgia hardwoods.
Chief prepares to fly after successfully taking down his prey. Jamie will work him through the woods, allowing Chief to maintain his hunting nature.
Chief works the woods for a squirrel or rabbit. The young Red-Tailed Hawk willingly follows his trainer through the Northwest Georgia hardwoods.
Jamie stays ahead of Chief, looking for small game that will keep the hawk’s natural hunting skills sharp.
Chief takes off after taking down his prey. Owen, a natural history and ecology teacher in Rome and his son Elliot watch the bird work. This is a unique opportunity for Owen to study close-up, the feeding habits of the Red-Tailed Hawk.
Chief heads to a perch from the brush.
My second visit to Anthony’s One-Stop. Fine, fine ribs. No boston butt, it wasn’t ready.
There just are not enough of these places any more. Last year we ordered two racks of ribs and it came with a loaf of bread and a roll of paper towels.
I’ve driven by this place many times. I finally stopped. The Dangerzone Lounge. A crunched Cessna will make you look.
The World’s Longest Yard Sale is 654 miles of glorious stuff. It extends from Gadsden, Al. to West Unity, Oh. The event always begins on the first Thursday in August. As of this posting there are 345 days until the next event. Lifetime Products is the Official Folding Table Sponsor of the event.
Hi CIVI. Everything is up for grabs here. Guns, chickens, 8-track tapes, horse-drawn buggies are just some of the great treasures awaiting treasure hunters. Ya’ll come see us some time.
Some times just a slice of life is enough. An summer evening on Broad St., Rome, GA.
Congressman Phil Gingery, an ob-gyn , is our representative. He has taken a partisan role in this debate. One of his aides, 
Gingery does not support President Obama’s solution for health care reform. His staff distributes brochures at the town hall meetings intended to discredit the President’s proposals. Northwest Georgia strongly supports Dr. Gingery’s position. The congressman was warmly welcomed.
The 25th year of the Cave Spring, GA. 4th of July parade.
Christa Jackson, as Lady Liberty, started the parade 25 years ago by pulling her twin sons through downtown Cave Spring.
On foot, horseback or riding lawn mower, anyone can be in the 30 minute parade. Happy 4th of July.
The twins, now physicians who now parade with their kids.
Golf carts are fine. Just shine up the tires and add a flag.
Walkers lead the parade.
Heading down Old Cedartown Road. Make a left on Alabama St.
The Armuchee Bluegrass Festival has thrived for more than 20 years. It’s about as down home as you can get. A covered dish dinner on Thursday, bring as side and your welcome. Lot’s of jamming.
These guys cobbled together a group a week before the festival. They got the audience on their feet.
Timothy, far right, a 15 year-old classically trained violin player, has been learning to play fiddle with this bluegrass group. At the end of the set the crowd went wild! I suspect this is the first time an African-American has stepped foot on the Armuchee Saddle Club property. What a moment.
The crowd went wild. Timothy just blew their socks off. Everybody got off of the church pews.
Kelly, guitar player with the group, wanted his picture taken with this Martin guitar. It’s old, old. The patina, the sound and the age are what drew him to this instrument. He thinks it was built in the 30’s or 40’s. Just to have your picture made with this axe.
Don’t believe everything you read. Just don’t hit the road after jamming unless you can blow 0.0
Start them early and they’ll learn to love Bluegrass
Some of the bands are big enough to have a bus. It ain’t rock n’ roll but they like it.
Sgt. Jeffrey William Jordan, age 21, Cave Spring, GA. was killed in action in Afghanistan on June 4, 2009. He was returned to his home with a great show of respect. His son’s 1st birthday was June 4.