Yesterday started off drizzly and grey, which I love, and the air so thick with mosquitoes that I inhaled a few. Seriously disgusting!
Each chick has an official number but is referred to by a name for easy reference, usually the nickname is the landowner’s name or location. The exception is Joe’s chick named after Joe!
We had 4 chicks to recapture and add glue to their transmitters.
On the other side of the river, the first on the list is off a narrow road that has no where to park. So I stayed at the van to move it if necessary and Brooke went out alone to nab little Huck. He was successful and off we went for the next little Sandhill.
Next on the list was Terry’s chick. He was way back, over a creek, and up a hill, and through the woods. Brooke suggested I stay put again, I am not sure if he thought he would need to do CPR on me or if he just did not want to hear me whine about the still nightmare-ishly thick mosquitoes. I tried not to be patheticly grateful! Off he went alone. And scored again! Another one crossed off the list!
Next we aimed for Joe’s chick who was for once, in the perfect spot to grab!
We headed across the street, Mom, Dad and the chick headed into a line of scrub.
We hit the field, ready to start the chase, when from behind the tree line 3 birds flew to our left!
We looked at each other and grinned from ear to ear, Brooke aimed the antenna at the bird bringing up the rear, sure enough! Joe’s chick was flying and flying well!
Our 1st graduate! We follow them till they fledge.
We stood and watched, silently wishing that little bird safe travels and a long life. I finally remembered to get a picture, not a great picture, but one that will make me smile till my last breath!