
DONORS: The Rogers Family, the Montana Falconers Association, David
Eslicker, Larry and Cynthia Dickerson, Jim Frazier, Tom Coulson, Mike and
Karen Yates, Brian and Susan Millsap, Anonymous Admirer, Bob Collins,
Doug and Trish Pineo, Kent Carnie, Don and Joyce McInturff, Jim and Sheri
Robison, Jonathan Wilde, Blair and Anna Anderson, Alan and Venice Beske,
North American Falconers Association, Robert and Lisa Welle
D
uring a
haircut
in 1966,
my
barber asked if I
was free for a blind
date. I fell in love
that night, once and
for all. After a year,
we were married
and by then Missi
knew exactly what
she was in for. Our
life included night forays into barns for pigeons or raising
quail in the back bedrooms of old farmhouses, and casting,
handling, and nurturing a variety of falcons. For almost 50
years, we did it all together. In 1976 we hauled everything
we owned to Montana; we had no jobs, no place to live. The
entire episode was fueled by our dream of a better place
to raise kids, share love and confidence in each other. Our
involvement with birds began to direct us, instead of the
other way around. No matter how wild the undertaking,
being with Missi made us feel safe, excited, confident and
appreciated. This was her true gift.
From 1981 through 1999, summers were spent all over
Montana at hack sites. Starting in 1988, the peregrines we
released were bred in our back yard with Missi providing
early hatch care. As Jim Enderson wrote in his book about
the peregrine: “Ralph and Missi’s son, Scott, and daughter,
Andi, knew summertime meant a tent in the wilderness and
the wailing of young falcons learning to care for themselves.
Both children became biologists, she a specialist on releasing
California condors in Arizona, and he working to restore
endangered fish in the Grand Canyon.” Missi and I realized
that just as young falcons at hack had to learn to solve
problems and reach independence, so were our kids at hack
learning the same things there in the wildness of Montana.
Taking a break from hack sites, in 1984, and using her best
“tent mom” skills, Missi was the cook, doctor, psychologist,
and ambulance driver for the crew that built the P-Fund
facilities in Boise. Just like her relationship with falconry,
she wasn’t out actually driving the nails…her donation was
to make sure everyone else could.
Missi was a NAFA officer from 1997 through 2004. She
effectively co-chaired 6 NAFA meets, including three that
were international. In our recent times she was certainly
one of falconry’s greatest ambassadors attending numerous
IAF meetings and making lasting friendships all over the
world. She will be missed from Argentina to Russia.
In 50 years she had gutted thousands of quail, spent
thousands of hours minding breeding peregrines, stared at
thousands of cliffs for wild peregrines, thrown thousands
of rocks into ponds, or watched grouse flights disappear
in the distance. She never had a falconry license but was
supporting and critiquing falconry flights before most
of today’s falconers were born. Mainly, she lifted us up
when we took ourselves too seriously. Her partnership
with falconry was a huge part of who she was and she gave
massively to this art and the conservation of the resources
we use. Paraphrased from Jim Enderson’s book: “The
Rogers knew that the falcon had given them and their
children opportunities, a sense of purpose, and now feeling
of success in the out-of-doors they simply could not find
anywhere else.” I love you Missi.
Missi’s Falconry Story
A lifetime well lived with Birds and Family
by Ralph Rogers
Missi and burrowing owl in 1968
Our life included night forays into
barns for pigeons or raising quail in
the back bedrooms of old farmhouses,
and casting, handling, and nurturing
a variety of falcons. For almost 50
years, we did it all together.
Rogers family hacking Peregrines Red Rocks NWR, 1984
Tipi, ND
prairie,
2007
Two Toes in Montana, 1977