Twice now the chicks have chosen to roost in the wetland to the south. Friday night I stayed out watching till they went to roost. Or so I thought… They were out late. Finally at 5:50 they flew to Henry’s Pond. I went through every frequency doing a head count via telemetry. Yay!
Tucked in, off to Walmart and dinner with Richard van Heuvelen who is in town after delivering the most beautiful metal sculpture of a giraffe to a client here in the States. Click the link to see The Wooden Anvil’s Facebook page, his work is amazing! Be sure and click like and share it with your friends! https://www.facebook.com/woodenanvil/
So anyway, back to the birds, I get to Walmart and my phone dings telling me I have an email. It’s a GSM hit on #6-17. Nice timing! Confirmation they are tucked safe for the night! I downloaded and opened it and the little jerks had flown to the wetlands! Crap, why would they leave Henry’s Pond and Henry and PBJ? Crap crap.
Now the nice part of this is they are going to great habitat. That is better than nice, it’s huge.
Another nice thing is they have been spending more time in a field back away from the road. So there’s that.
Monitoring these birds kind of reminds me of being the parent of young adults. We really know what is best for them. But now, they are on their own, we are not in control. It’s hard, but it’s exciting too.
Since the class of 2012, my first migration, Dr Seuss’s Oh the Places You’ll Go floats through my mind as our chicks prepare for their first migration. I bet you can’t read it without getting a bit teary!