Falconry ~ Teenage Arrives (Revised Edition)
A young teenager stands quietly, watching a falconer, musing…
I’ve been on this earth
thirteen years!
That's a long time.
And with my fourteenth
approaching,
then I'm becoming a man
and I feel I see as a man,
I have views and opinions!
… …
Do you mind if I join you?
Where did you come from?
I like this hill too
and this bench I like to sit on.
You like these things, I know,
and so we can share the hill,
and share this bench.
What if I say no?
I'm no walkover,
and my dad tells me
to always beware strangers …
And so you should.
Your dad advises you well.
He’s just, righteous, very patient too …
He walks righteously.
Humble too.
He is rich in wealth, sure;
but even richer in humility
and that is accounted unto him
for righteousness.
He teaches you well.
Consider, too, this other saying
"Be careful to whom you speak,
for men have entertained angels
without knowing it."
I’m not really into religion and stuff.
Nor’s my dad.
So, what are you saying?
That you're an angel?
I'm saying nothing!
I'm merely asking you to consider
different perspectives.
You have your dad’s eye for detail.
… good perspective
for your thirteen years...
Fourteen years!
It's thirteen until we get
to your birthday.
No negotiation, right?
Okay. You're a bit forceful
aren't you?
If I have to be, yes.
Listen.
You're the apple of your dad’s eye.
He loves and adores you.
He’s also three times your lifetime.
Now consider that!
That is three
of your whole very long lifetimes,
all lived individually by him …
one after the other.
That's very long,
when you put it like that … …
You know in history
You've read about Nelson Mandela?
Read?!
That's not history!
I can even remember the day he died!
I've seen a lot!
Yes, you have.
Your father remembers him
being let out of prison.
He watched the news at home
with your grandparents.
He remembers Mr Mandela
becoming President of South Africa.
Your dad
has seen many things.
He’s toured the world,
been to places
he has not even yet told you of.
He’s fearless, but with respect for fear, too.
And fathers need to be listened to by their sons.
Because there comes a time in every son's life
when his father is no longer around.
And then, in a loving relationship between
father and son,
the memory becomes strong
so that the son never loses his father's voice.
And many times,
sometimes in a millisecond,
a son will realise that he's like his dad
... the same movements
... the same smile
... the same sense of humour
... the same serious look or demeanour.
You're making my father sound special
He is special!
And that's why we're having this chat.
But no more special or less special than
any person … Got that?
Get this, too.
Nor more, nor less, special than your Mum.
So, everything I say here about your Dad,
applies just as much as if I were
talking only about you and your Mum.
Look at those two over there …
Yes, they seem to have a bird.
Watch.
Father and son.
The son is just eight.
See his gloved hand?
See how he stands like his dad?
Now listen …
Oh wow! What a beautiful bird!
The wing span!
The boy called it!
See how the son has called him
from the tree,
Watch the long glide,
the poise as he pulls up,
stretches out his talons
and lands gently on the gloved hand.
It's like me and dad when we jetski,
flying through the air
in leaps and bounds
through and over the waves.
That's right.
See, though, that the son is taking instruction.
He's eight.
You're almost fourteen.
In the scheme of things, there's little difference.
Yes, I can see that.
But what’s your point?
This!
Fathers and sons can be great friends.
But the relationship is never an equal one,
because the father will always be ahead
of his children.
And some times
his word is solid;
It has to be accepted;
And he doesn't always need to give
an explanation!
And if he sees his son moving
in a direction that he knows
will harm him,
even though the son cannot yet
see that for himself,
then he must accept his father's
touching of the rudder;
his realignment of your jetski
or your snowboard!
Get the picture?
I think I'm beginning to … … … …
Good
Not everything that comes your way
is good for you.
It may seem good,
It may sound good,
It may taste good,
It may feel good,
But 'good' doesn't make it right!
Sometimes yes, of course.
Other times, definitely not.
And that's where dad and mum
are way ahead of you.
You have a wonderful life
and you have friends.
Not all friends have your
best interests at heart.
So if your dad or mum
'touch your rudder'
realign your skis,
then it's because their perspective
is wider from where they stand.
If you look at that young falconer
he appears to be standing on the edge
of the hill right?
Yes…
From our perspective, that's how it looks.
But his father standing near to him
can see the sweeping plain on the
other side of the horizon.
So when they release the falcon
and it appears to fly out of sight to us,
to them, it's within sight all of the time!
Right, I’m off.
Your Dad and Mum have
knowledge,
wisdom,
discernment,
understanding,
and a rugby-ground size of patience.
They have a massive sense of humour too,
as you well know!
Make those your pillars.
Through your learning, you increase your knowledge.
Knowledge is then weighed in the balance.
Is it good knowledge or is it something you'd rather
NOT want to have?
That's called discernment
And discernment begets or gives birth to...
WISDOM!!
[the figure shifts position, moving, as it were, centre stage
now standing and looking back the fixed eyes on the bench]
Bang on target!
Good.
I'll catch up with you again.
But I'll end by giving you a tip
Okay?
Yes. Okay
[ … a long pause followed by silence … ]
If your parents decide that
you’d be better moving to another
school or college,
perhaps even in a different country or state,
then it's almost certainly for your long-term good.
They're closer to the skyline than you,
so they can see the vast plains that are hidden
from where you stand.
They're building your education.
And I can tell you this for free …
They are giving you a wonderful foundation
to your whole life,
that you, in turn, will pass on one day
to YOUR children, and grandchildren.
Oh! I thought you’d gone.
I had. Then I remembered you like
building things.
I sure do. Why?
Keep the following in mind
and you won’t go far wrong.
A man or woman without self-control
is like a city whose walls have all fallen down.
[ … another long silence …]
He pondered, kicking the soil with his boot.
Ermm. I like that.
Thanks.
He looked up … oh!
He’s ruddy gone again!!
25 June 2023
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© 2023 Kenneth Thomas Webb
Written 26 November 2016
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Ken Webb is a writer and proofreader. His website, kennwebb.com, showcases his work as a writer, blogger and podcaster, resting on his successive careers as a police officer, progressing to a junior lawyer in succession and trusts as a Fellow of the Institute of Legal Executives, a retired officer with the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, and latterly, for three years, the owner and editor of two lifestyle magazines in Liverpool.
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