I had one of the worst things ever happen to me at work yesterday. I've been grabbed, bitten, scratched and mauled by birds before but nothing quite this bad has ever happened to me. Or this painful. I went white. I thought I'd died or something
I'm still in agony now, but I'm trying not to think about it.
Socks has been acting a little bit weird recently. The last week I had handled him he grabbed me very hard when feeding him, which is odd because he's never hurt anybody EVER in his entire 16 years of being alive. I didn't think much of it, I thought he might of just been a bit keen is all. Well, I wish I had this filmed as proof and to see how bad it was, but I didn't. I was flying Donald the Harris' hawk for the visitors in the arena and all of that had gone brilliant. I'd never done a display like that before so I was really proud. Then Andy told me to fly Socks. I was like yes Daisy, this is so your time to shine
and I went and made up my lure, got my bag ready and went to pick up Socks. We put the transmitter on him and I took off his leash and swivel. He started acting really weird. Usually he flies at my face anyways (most birds of prey do this when they know you're feeding them, so you just have to keep a good grip on them) so I didn't think much of it. Then he wouldn't get off my glove and onto the rock he usually gets on. After about a minute struggling to pick his talons out of my glove I managed to get him on. I threw my glove on the ground really quick and started walking forward. Socks always divebombs me two or three times before he flies away, so I stood still and waited for him to go. He got up high really fast, then totally out of the blue he stooped. Stooped hard and fast. Usually I duck and he goes over my head. But oh no, he was after my hand or something and went directly into my lower stomach. He pelted me with him body and his feet sunk into my right leg and hand. I let out a very loud yelp and the staff ran to help me. I was almost collapsing. It felt like I'd been hit by a train. It felt like I was going to be sick. I went white. I backed away and the bird had to be picked from out of my leg and hand. I'd never been hit by a bird like that before. The power and speed nearly took me out. He was in a stoop so going around 100+ mph directly into my lower stomach.
I can't believe the pain. I stood up, walked away a bit and the staff told me to wash my self and use some anti-bacterial. I was like what are they on about?
then I looked at my hand. Blood was absolutely everywhere. Dripping from the gashes on my hands and legs. I freaked out and ran off to the toilets to wash my self up and call Jack to tell him what had happened.
Most people would of been terrified to even give that a go ever again. I'm back in business next week
I don't blame Socks one bit. Or myself. It just happened. He must of read my hand signals wrong. But it b****y hurt!