PARIS—The most impressive athletes on the grounds of Roland Garros while away most of the day on a sunlit patch of grass, in the nook at the corner of a tournament office building, their work finished most days by 8:30 a.m.
The three Harris Hawks and three Peregrine Falcons (two of them Goshawk hybrids) cling to portable aluminum perches, secured to them by a short leash attached to one leg of each bird. Occasionally, one of the hawks will exercise its wings, tugging at its leash as if it could carry it off. These birds of prey want to get at those pigeons about as enthusiastically as Serena Williams likes to get at a Sara Errani second serve.
The magnificent predators belong to Ludwig Verschatse of the Fauconnerie Merlyn, a family run falconry (Ludwig is assisted by his wife and two grown sons) in nearby Belgium. He was recruited to help the French Tennis Federation control the pigeons that make their home in and around Roland Garros. Wimbledon has a similar program, but the All-England Club retains its falconer as an employee. Ludwig just hires out his services for the month here, then moves on to the next job, which could be a seaside resort plagued by seagulls or a grain farm overwhelmed by crows.
That helps explain why Ludwig, a bearish, grizzled, 50-something with twinkling blue eyes and “country” written all over him was wearing a rumpled gray t-shirt and work boots, not a LaCoste polo and khakis, when we spoke under a shade tree at his temporary rookery. Ludwig’s love for his profession, and birds, was obvious as he identified by name and made an observation about each of his five birds. “That Harris Hawk is Chuck,” he told me. “For Chuck Norris. He is a good hunter, you know? ‘You don’t go looking for Chuck. . . he finds you.’ You remember that line from the movie?”
I confessed that I did not. But that fierce, down-turned beak of Chuck’s, and the steady, dispassionate gaze the bird appeared to level at me suggested that Chuck had no trouble at all living up to the obligations of his name.