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This article was produced by National Geographic Traveller (UK).
“You froze time!” Fadi Hachicho is talking to a Harris’s hawk, but the bird has its head in the clouds. Caught in an updraft, it’s hovering on the wind high above us, still in the air, the sun playing on its russet feathers. When it flies on, it’s only to luxuriate in the thermals some more, circling in large, languid rings, flapping its wings only occasionally. Which makes it all the more surprising when it suddenly pivots, head to the scree below, and spirals twice before diving in one clean swoop. Fadi bursts into…
