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Ashford Castle Addendum

Yesterdays post was entirely devoted to the Hawk Walk with Connor, it was so special it deserved its own space.  The walk was not the end of the day.  Indeed we had a sunny afternoon to explore more of the castle grounds.  But first, baby pictures.

Oscar Wilde at one week of age.

And Millie, same age.

The first flourish we explored was the “Walled Garden”.

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This led out to another garden and the Long Walk.

A promenade of nature.

And, where mushrooms grow.

Next, The Quiet Man House.  John Ford filmed “The Quiet Man” at the castle and the surrounding Village of Cong in 1952 and all sorts of memorabilia are still present at the castle and in the Village.  This house is currently guest accommodations.

Love the vintage style Rovers.

Off to the Old School House, now guest accommodations as well.

Then a short drive to explore the grounds adjacent to the castle.

Someone’s feeling royal . .

This morning we woke to Irish sunshine.

The Last Breakfast.

As we departed, Wayne wanted to check some detail about the castle windows so we drove up for a last look and to snap a pic in the full sun.  Good thing we went there because in the lobby lay two Irish Wolfhounds, “Garvin”, and “Konen”.  Their size just gives more surface for humans to rub them.

Then it was off to Donegal in a futile search to replace that 30-year old tweed jacket.  We found nothing in the Donegal Castle or the town shops.

The Affair of Oscar Wilde and Millicent

We’ve been lucky.  Traveling on days of rain and waking up to sun and clouds.

We filled up on a bountiful breakfast, local meats, cheese, eggs, and all sorts of goodness

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Then, off to the primary event, Ireland’s School of Falconry.

The compound reflects the care that each falconer embodies.  Hawks, Falcons, and Owls appreciate the Irish flora.

First, Dingle came out to say hello.

Then others met their match for a walk.

It seems to me there are rare occasions when species on this earth communicate with each other.  The simple example is walking down the street and meeting a dog.  You bend over and say, “Hello,” and give a scratch around the ears.  What of the aviary species?  That cross-species connection seems dominated by the home team.  The victorian cage of the canary.  Imagine being able to fly through the air, honing in on every movement below and knowing exactly where you are going to land; and allowing  humans to get a hint of the experience.   We had such an affair today.  A very intimate connection as we walked through the forest with Oscar Wilde and Millicent flying overhead at times so close the air from their wings blew our hair.

Connor was our guide.  He got his undergraduate degree in Zoology and his masters in Biodiversity and Conservation.  Luck of the draw.  I’m sure all of the eleven staff at the Ireland School of Falconry are competent but having been there only a year, Connor oozed a  sense of awe living with these beautiful creatures every day.

He explained the life of birds of prey.  We think they are active 23 hours a day, but really, they are lazy.  Sitting in their nests hanging out and only when motivated by hunger do they go out and forage for food.  In fact, the leading cause of death among falcons is starvation since the impulse to hunt is lagging.  Connor introduced us to many of the falcons in the compound, including a Peregrine that Connor had to yet achieve certification to fly, given their dive speed is 120 miles per hour.  Each is at home in the territory of their perch.

Then he introduced us to Millicent and Oscar Wilde.  She was named for the moldy nest where she hatched, first called mildew, then afforded the nickname, Millie, then formalized turning into Millicent.  Oscar was simply borne with a brood that were named after authors.  His brother is Bram Stoker.

Oscar and Wayne.

Me and Millie.

After some very pointed but necessary instruction from Connor, we were off to the forest and the release to flight.

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We quickly made friends.

And learned how to interact.

Then, it was off to the races . . .

We spent an incredible forty-five minutes walking through the forest with these regal creatures.  They were always the ones in control.  We were merely the observers.

We had another adventure walking through the grounds of Ashford Castle but we’ll leave that for another post.

Castles Rock

We woke up this morning with sore bones from the hours of walking in the wind yesterday.  Seriously, at times we looked like  mimes in Central Park.  This morning I pulled out my Bogs which I thought about wearing yesterday but obviously made the wrong choice.

We checked out of the quaint Atlantic Hotel in Lahinch where we had a very cosy room above the pub and restaurant.  You saw my mud caked clothing yesterday, well they laundered it for me.  I was one very appreciative guest.

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Our drive took us north of Galway to Cong, County Mayo.  It was a soaking rain so not many pics along the way but we did pass the occasional castle.

We are at our “splurge” hotel for the trip, Ashford Castle.  We are staying in the lodge which has more modern rooms but have full run of the place.  Since it was raining instead of walking the gardens we took a look inside.

Our room isn’t the intense Victorian decoration (thank you).

Tomorrow we are scheduled to take a Hawk Walk with the Ireland School of Falconry.  Send the goddess weather vibes just like you did for the Cliffs of Moher.