We staid in a rustic ger camp... |
by a beautiful river... |
They came to our camp |
holding the eagle with a heavy duty glove |
The golden eagle with fully open wings |
This 11 year old girl was the youngest competitor |
with her brother |
but the competition is not restricted to young riders |
She won last year's festival |
still has her winner's smile with her eagle |
His armrest is made of a deer antler |
connivance |
a senior competitor well protected from the windy cold |
there was a camel race with a very young rider |
His eagle flew to him |
the eagle had to fly down from the hill to catch the prey |
and bring it to his master |
Here, the rider has to galop and catch the cap on the ground |
He shows the beheaded sheep 2 riders will have to compete for. |
they defy balance rules |
are pulled almost to the ground |
... like here |
it's a tough fight |
which can last |
I was proud... |
She smiled and say: Jacques have him open his wings! |
and the eagle did it |
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