"Did you notice that Carson's alymeri is broken on this side?" Despite Mollie's calm, quiet demeanor, her words stopped me in my tracks.
Mollie wore a thick set of leather welding gloves as she restrained Carson on the table for a health check and beak trim. I worked quickly, starting by clipping the hawk's overgrown talons. This simple task was made difficult by her incredible grip strength; strong tendons popped in the toes as I used all my might to pry them open.