Review: Baker’s Hawk by Jack Bickham
Back in 1983, when I was 14 and feathered hair was cooler than feathered wings, I stumbled across Jack Bickham’s Baker’s Hawk. And let me tell you: this book holds up better than most of my fashion choices from that decade.
The setup is deceptively simple: Billy Baker, a 12-year-old frontier kid, finds an injured hawk and does what any unsupervised child in the 19th century might—adopts it. Naturally, this means seeking help from the town recluse, Mr. McGraw, who’s rumored to be part animal whisperer, part scary hermit. Instead of a horror story, we get a touching alliance between an awkward boy, a misunderstood man, and a bird with more attitude than a teenager blasting MTV.
But here’s the hook: this isn’t just about falconry. (Though, spoiler, the hawk-training details are weirdly fascinating.) It’s about courage, prejudice, and learning to see past the labels your neighbors slap on people. Billy grows up fast, torn between his father’s role as the town leader and the mob mentality brewing among folks who’d rather run McGraw out of town than admit he might actually be decent.
And yes, Hollywood noticed—Baker’s Hawk fluttered onto screens with Clint Walker as Dad and Burl Ives as McGraw. That’s right, Burl “Holly Jolly Christmas” Ives playing a mountain hermit. If that mental image doesn’t make you want to read the book first, I don’t know what will.
Why dust this one off today? Because it’s a reminder that family-friendly adventure doesn’t have to be fluffy. It’s got grit, it’s got heart, and it’s got a hawk who basically steals every scene. Perfect for young readers, nostalgic grownups, or anyone who thinks “retro YA” deserves a comeback.
Verdict: Baker’s Hawk is the kind of story that sneaks up on you—quietly powerful, unexpectedly relevant, and way cooler than that neon shirt I swore was stylish in 1983.