Saturday started out nice. I took one of our Board of Directors, John Gerend out to the pen. He had done a couple of migrations with us and loves working with the birds.
The mean guys, number’s 3,4,1 and 7: (listed in order of intent to kill) were sweet and mellow today. Nice!
I let the chicks out after John went to the blind to watch flight training with Doug, Heather and Jo-Anne. The chicks were all waiting at the door, out they came! They we’re bouncy, I ran gave a couple of flaps and off they went! Good start, nice! I am not sure of the time of that flight but, not long, they have done better.
So, we went up the runway, I’d run. They would run. I flap and run. They would flap and run but not fly.
There was not much breeze and it was humid. I figured one more try to the North end and if they did not fly I’d give up and we’d walk to the pond.
I ran, flapped a time or two. They bit and off they went! For 4 minutes 42 seconds! Yay! Nice!
When they landed we wandered to the pond, I let them get ahead of me. They went into the pond. I hid. 15 minutes later five of them found me. Two of them stayed in the pond. Nice!
I walked the five to the right side beach. They went in, I hid. For an hour and a half! Way Nice!
Then, they got out and took off. It was pretty much the usual time. I let Doug (still hiding in the blind) and Cathy (driving the CraneCam) know that the birds were on their way back.
I got a text back from Doug saying they were out over the marsh. Way out. Oh my!
By now I was out of my blind and on the path between the 2 ponds. I could see them, I don’t think he or Cathy could. Then they would get a glimpse, and I would lose them, I would see them way to the North East then lose sight. For 8 minutes they flew. Both Brooke and Joe, each in their own way, have reassured me they come back. So, I did not wet my pants, Nice!
Finally, they started in our direction and soon landed around me. While they rearranged their feathers I turned and checked text times so I could tell how long they flew. 8 minutes! Beyond NICE! Woot!
We slowly wandered back towards the pen. They were in forage mode. A flurry of excitement! #3 had a snake. #7 took it. #8 got into the tug of war. Grabbed it and ran! Then that dainty, tiny girl snarfed it down like I do a bag of Cheetos! Nice! Way to go 8!!
Totally nice day. Everyone deserves one once in a while. I’m really grateful for this one.