Knowing Bud Anderson began a decade ago.
Cindy and I visit the Chelan Ridge raptor banding site on a brisk September day. The wind is howling. We are perched on the ridge top facing the North Cascade Mountains in all their snow capped glory.
Three people huddle quietly in a small but very sophisticated trapping blind. We call it the ‘box’. One person pulls a long line and pops a pigeon 20 feet into the air. The pigeon flutters erratically back to earth. Over and over the pigeon pops up and flutters down.
A spotter with binoculars shouts “incoming”. A flash of red, the pigeon is on the ground motionless in the talons of a Red Tail Hawk. The line is pulled slowly toward the center of a bow net, hawk atop pigeon, the bow net is triggered and now the hawk is the captive.
People rush from the box extracting hawk and pigeon. They take the hawk back to the box to take scientific measurements and attach a uniquely numbered band on its leg. You have to be extremely careful when handling these birds. Bending just one primary feather can ruin the chances for a successful migration. You cannot wear gloves for this reason. A downside to not wearing protective gloves is that hawk reflexes are many times faster than yours. If she senses you relax your attention she will ‘foot’ you. That’s a kind way of saying she will embed her talon all the way through your hand. Its takes a couple of other people to pry her claw open and free your punctured palm. Ouch!
One reason for their fast reflexes is the speed at which a hawk processes visual information. We do it at about 30 frames per second. A hawk sees the world at 70 frames per second. In the eyes of the bird, we are moving in slow motion.
Are you worrying about the pigeon yet? The pigeon goes back to work, fishing the sky for another hawk, falcon or eagle. The pigeon is an old pro and doesn’t get its feathers ruffled when a hawk tries to turn it into dinner. Each pigeon works only 2 hours each week and is encased in a leather suit of armor that protects it from the hawk’s sharp talons. In return it is cared for and pampered.
For the first time Cindy and I see a hawk ‘in hand’. The piecing eye says it all. An eye that can see a mouse from thousands of feet up in the air and a mile away as the crow flies. We are shown how to hold the bird, tossing it into the air to continue the long journey south to a warmer winter.

And that is how we met Bud, raptor biologist and director of the Falcon Research Group. FRG is fueled by his passion and love for raptors. Bud is a get it done type of guy who is not interested in endless processing and talking. If you are lucky enough to have him as your mentor, he will not cut you any slack. Safety of the birds is the rule above all others.
He and the elite group of bird banders he has trained over the years can teach you amazing things about raptors. You have to know how a hawk thinks in order to trap it.
Another, easier, way to get to know Bud is to take one of his excellent classes on raptors that he offers in the Puget Sound area. I had an eye opener at one of his classes when I still did not know the difference between a buteo and an accipiter. I made some off-hand comment about hawks in general and he pounced on me. “Each bird is an individual. You must not lump them all into one group as if every hawk acted the same. They are each as different as every person in this room”.
Bud is also the guy that makes sure Red Tail Hawks do not become a problem at SeaTac airport and that they do not get sucked into your plane's engine during takeoff. He also manages the webcam for the famous Washington Mutual Tower peregrine falcons in Seattle.
One of Bud’s most fascinating projects has been the Southern Cross Peregrine project. Peregrine falcons are trapped in Peru and outfitted with a solar powered GPS transmitter. Their location data is married to Google Earth. You can go the net and track the migration of each bird from Peru to the Arctic. Folks, that’s a 9,000 mile trip. Bud is so gung ho about the project he followed one of the falcons in his pickup truck from Hudson Bay, Canada all the way to Peru using the bird's daily GPS locations as his roadmap.
Be amazed, Denny