As we approach 2015, our 8th year of blogging here at The Daily Constitutional, we glance over our shoulder at the year gone by. Over the next six days we'll reblog one post from every month of 2014 before the bells of the world's most famous – and best – clock chime the new year.
Back in January of this year, David ran into Rufus and Imogen at Westminster Abbey. Here's their story…
Yes, that’s right. That’s what they call him. But he’s got some other names as well. Or aliases if you prefer.
So, yes, let’s name names.
Rufus, for example. That’s his, er, Christian name.
Like that one a lot. Sounds right, doesn’t it? Rufus…rough…ruffian.
In a court of law it’d be Rufus Harris. Not that he’ll ever be in a court of law.
Rufus has got a moll.
Her name is Imogen.
And look, let’s sing like a canary here. When “God’s Assassin’s” got a “job” to do Imogen’s right there with him. Helps him case the joint. Steadies him when it’s all over. Is his get away driver. Not to put too fine a point on it, Rufus is high strung. Imogen keeps him on a short leash. Rufus may be the trigger man but Imogen’s the one who keeps the show on the road.
[Anything you’d like to add, Mr. London Walks guide?]
Yeah, sure. That sobriquet “God’s Assassin” came about because Rufus is in Westminster Abbey twice a week.
Contrition? Asking forgiveness?
He’s there to do a job.
I mean, c’mon, why do you think they call him God’s Assassin?
But that’s enough preliminaries. I (me, David, aka Mr. London Walks guide) have been face to face with God’s Assassin. Now it’s your turn.
Here he is.
Sorry. Couldn’t resist overturing him that way, folks.
No more fancy footwork, though.
Rufus is a Harris Hawk. His twice-weekly job at the Abbey is to lay down the law – enforced with extreme prejudice if need be – to pigeons. The Abbey roof is off-limits to them.
Rufus and Imogen, his handler, are up on the Abbey roof twice a week. Tending to business.
You could say, I think, that Rufus has a full and varied London life. He’s got business all over London. Ranging from – no surprise, this – Trafalgar Square to – wait for it – Centre Court and the rest of the All England Lawn Tennis Club at Wimbledon.
Turns out that the Harris Hawk isn’t native to this green and pleasant land. They’re from America. (Geez, these Americans, coming over here and making life miserable for our pigeons.)
The really interesting thing about them is that they’re one of the rare birds who hunt in packs.
That’s why he’s perfect for the job. Teamwork comes naturally to him. And get this – he thinks Imogen is part of his pack.
Here he is with that special member of his pack.
And since his eyesight is about eight times sharper, eight times more powerful than the sharpest human eye, well, what gives?
In Imogen’s phrase, “food is the main motivation.” Imogen feeds him – apart from what he catches on the wing. That’s the main way she pulls his jesses (look it up – and while you’re at it look up Shakespeare’s use of the word in Othello).
A steady diet of day old chicks. Baby quails and baby chickens. And since you’ll be at least as tender hearted as I am, you’ll be pleased to know, as I was, that the day-old’s aren’t alive when Rufus sits down at the lunch counter.
You want to know more, well, go to Imogen’s and Rufus’s website: avianenvironmental.co.uk
Finally, is there a London Walks point anywhere in here? Yes, sure. Stuff like this is what you get from London Walks guides. And the clincher – you’re only going to get it from a top flight guide. “Summer job guiding” – paint-by-numbers guiding – lowest common denominator guiding – ain’t going to get you there.
To see Rufus's colleague Jasper, simply "swim the Tiber" by clicking here for a pick of the Westminster Cathedral Harris Hawk.
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