One of our Craniacs counts the days until the chicks arrive in Wisconsin by how many “sleeps” she has left before they arrive. Makes me wonder if last night counted, because I was so excited I didn’t get much sleep! So many thoughts running around in my head! “What time will they get there?” “Should I Whoop before they arrive or after??” “Or both???” “WHAT TIME WILL THEY ARRIVE???”
By now, you all know the drill I guess. The birds will be crated at Patuxent, MD where they hatched, fly on a no-talking-aloud PRIVATE JET (WOWZA!) to Wisconsin, be chauffeured to White River Marsh, and THEN… what we’ve all been waiting for! The unveiling! Oops, I mean the UN-CRATING!
Yep, the 2014 Spectacular Seven will step out of their crates, blink their eyes, and say “Hey look girls! You too, Peanut! We’re not in Maryland anymore!”
If you want to witness first-hand this very special annual event, just tune into the OM CraneCam here: http://www.ustream.tv/migratingcranes
And if you want to celebrate by donating a WHOOP!, click here
See you on the CraneCam chat!!!
In just about 24 hours from now seven special whooping crane chicks will be carefully loaded into individual shipping containers and placed in an air-conditioned van at the Patuxent Wildlife Research Center in Laurel, Maryland. Once all are inside, they’ll be very carefully driven to BWI airport in Baltimore, where they’ll be transferred to a private jet, owned and operated by Windway Capital Corp of Sheboygan, WI.
The experienced Windway pilots have made the trip carrying these very special passengers from Baltimore to Wisconsin many times over the past 14 years and we are forever indebted to them for their generosity and the care and consideration they give our cranes.
If you would like to track the flight in real time, visit FlightAware. In the Airline field, enter Windway Capital and in the flight # field enter N94MT.
Departure and arrival times will depend on the weather tomorrow.
We’re hopeful the flight will land at the nearby Wautoma, WI airport, and after a brief exam by Dr. Jen Hausmann from the University of Wisconsin, the young cranes will have a short 20-minute ride in another air-conditioned van with Richard van Heuvelen behind the wheel. Tom Schultz and Doug Pellerin will assist.
Now introducing the stars of the Class of 2014!
And here is a handy-dandy chart that you can print out!
Marlene Meyer of Wisconsin has been a Craniac for as long as I can recall. As such, she’s always ready with an accurate response to CraneCam chatters’ questions about this project and her quick wit makes her a welcome addition to the ustream chat room.
Marlene has opened her home to the migration team, preparing wonderful meals and has delivered home baked goodies to us at our migration stops over the years, when we’re missing the comforts of home.
Now, Marlene has a special request. This gutsy lady recently shared with us that she has been diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer.
When most in her condition (with good reason) would be feeling sorry for themselves – Marlene continues to demonstrate a selfless attitude and has asked that supporters and friends each Give A WHOOP! Both in celebration of her life and in support of the Class of 2014 whooping cranes.
Marlene says “I would appreciate having them each give a WHOOP for me – as a way of raising my spirits and lifting prayers for me. Sort of like lighting a candle for me. I want all my CraneCam chat and Facebook friends to know how much their friendship has meant over the years and love you all so much. I hope to be able to continue watching the fall training online and meeting up with some of you now and then. I’m sure going to try but you know the drill… THY WILL BE DONE. God bless each of you and the Class of 2014. ”
Let’s celebrate Marlene’s life and her wishes for the Class of 2014 cranes… Marlene, our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family as you go through this journey. We’re grateful for your support for so many years and how much you have contributed to educating others about Operation Migration and whooping cranes.
Give a WHOOP! For Marlene Meyer
In just four days the Class of 2014 whooping crane chicks will arrive at their summer training site on White River Marsh in Green Lake County, Wisconsin!
Each year we launch the MileMaker fundraising campaign – This very important campaign raises the funds necessary to carry out the 1200-mile aircraft-guided Whooping crane migration from Wisconsin to Florida each fall.
The way it works is quite simple — We have determined that each mile of the 1200-mile southward migration has a cost of $200 associated with it. This covers insurance, fuel and maintenance costs for the ground vehicles and aircraft, food for the cranes and the crew, any repairs or maintenance required for the crane enclosures, etc.
By far, the MileMaker Campaign funds the largest portion of our annual budget and is critical to the success of our annual crane migration.
Currently, only 220 miles of the 1200 mile trek are sponsored, which is enough to get them to Illinois – so we have a long way to go. Please consider becoming a MileMaker sponsor and help us help the Class of 2014.
You have the choice of sponsoring a full mile ($200), a half mile ($100) or even a quarter mile ($50). In addition to helping these young Whooping cranes, your name will be entered into a draw for an incredible thank you gift, which will be held at the end of the campaign on December 31st or when all 1200 miles are sponsored. If your name is drawn you will receive a two-week stay at a private home in beautiful Costa Rica!
Sponsor a full mile and you get four entries into the Costa Rica trip – sponsor a half mile and you get two – and quarter mile sponsors receive one entry into the draw.
As an added bonus, all MileMaker supporters will receive a secret link to a selection of monthly E-calendar images for your PC desktop. Download all of the images at once, or return each month for your new photo! Here are a couple of the monthly calendar images:
It’s the start of a new Whooping crane season! will you help?
For those that aren’t aware, we quietly set up the CraneCam (aka the Beast) at the White River Marsh training site late last week. After taking the weekend and the first part of this week to brush off the cobwebs and work out a few kinks, it seems to be working very well currently.
One of the most spectacular highlights from this week was the on camera appearance of four sub-adult whooping cranes! Wednesday afternoon at 4pm central time, four stark white cranes flew from south to north along the grass training strip where they had first learned to fly last summer.
They are cranes 2-13, 4-13, 5-13 & 9-13. They are stunningly beautiful. Majestic. Stately. They’ve changed dramatically, even since we welcomed them to their winter release pen on November 23 last year. They glow now.
They stayed in the area for four hours before heading off to roost in the marsh. They strolled down the runway and investigated the new pond. They poked, prodded and tossed the newly mown grass, looking for tasty treats. They snoozed at the north end of the site for about an hour and then chased of a pair of sandhills.
Here are some screen grabs captured by Jo-Anne Bellemer as I was busy controlling the camera for the excited viewers.
Guest Author: Tom Stehn, Retired whooping crane coordinator - formerly at Aransas National Wildlife Refuge
The recent Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals ruling that the State was not liable for the whooping crane deaths in the 2008-09 winter is a blow to whooping crane recovery, but also has wider impacts. The ruling potentially impacts the health of the Guadalupe River and the bays that rely on river inflows to be productive.
In my opinion, the court’s reasoning was at least partially flawed. The court concluded that the death of the 23 whooping cranes (8.5% of the flock) in the 2008-09 winter was a rare convergence of unforeseeable, unique events, a perfect storm scenario, that is unlikely to imminently happen again. Data that I collected in my 29 years at the Aransas National Wildlife Refuge indicated that whooping crane die-offs have happened before. For example, 11 whooping cranes (7.5% of the flock) had died in the 1990-91 winter when marsh salinities had been extremely high. Back then, we didn’t know enough to make the connection between river inflows, blue crabs, and whooping crane health. That connection was fully demonstrated in the recent court case, and the court ruling did not throw out that linkage. More recently, I believe crane mortality was also unusually high in the 2011-12 winter, but that data was not collected after my retirement due to a change in the aerial method of counting the cranes where only a portion of the flock is surveyed and mortality is not documented. Future crane die-offs related to drought and insufficient inflows are foreseeable and will continue to occur.
The need to provide sufficient river inflows to keep our bays productive is just one of the issues facing the whooping crane population. With the ongoing sea level rise forecast to reach more than 3 feet by the end of the century, all of the current whooping crane marshes will become too deep for the whooping cranes to use. Also, as the climate warms and we no longer get sustained hard freezes, black mangrove, normally killed by cold weather is moving north and will likely become the dominant plant over the entire Texas coast, replacing plants such as Carolina wolfberry that whoopers feed upon heavily every fall. A species that loses its habitat is in for hard times. The picture is also alarming in the crane’s migration corridor, where decreased rainfall amounts are expected to dry up stopover wetlands, and thousands of wind turbines and associated power lines are being built right next to whooping crane wetlands. And illegal shootings of Aransas whooping cranes is still occurring; note the two instances of radio-tagged birds found dead in the last few winters. Now is not the time for the Court to negate measures that would help the whooping crane.
For the whooping crane to survive, people need to remain vigilant and continue working to help the species. Yes, providing the needed inflows to keep our bays healthy and provide the crabs and wolfberries that the whooping cranes need to survive may very well mean people will have to become better water conservationists, but South Texans should be willing to support that choice. Just observe the stream of cars late Friday afternoons pouring into the Coastal Bend for a weekend of fishing and nature appreciation. If you want to see lots of birds and like to catch fish in San Antonio and Aransas Bays that both rely on river inflows, you should be disturbed by the court ruling.
As stated perfectly in the Caller-Times editorial of July 2nd, I totally agree that the state of Texas “needs to develop a management plan in the birds’ best interest and enforce it”. So far, Texas water managers and legislators have failed to provide minimum conservation flows essential for our priceless Texas rivers and bays. To comply with the Endangered Species Act, the Guadalupe-Blanco River authority should voluntarily write a Habitat Conservation Plan for the whooping crane to provide the necessary inflows. If the GBRA had been willing to do this, litigation would not have been needed in the first place since that had been the main judgment The Aransas Project had asked for in the litigation. In summary, without a change of direction, how can we expect our bays and whooping cranes to remain healthy when new water rights continue to be granted from the Guadalupe River that many conservationists feel is already over-appropriated?
When the days were getting longer and the eyes of all the male Whooping cranes were beginning to twinkle, we all thought we would have a very productive breeding season. There were high hopes at the captive facilities and a plan to collect eggs at Necedah.
In an attempt to promote renesting, Brad Strobel, resident biologist at Necedah, planned to collect all of the eggs from half of the first nesters. Those are the pairs that normally abandon their first eggs when the blood sucking black flies become intolerable. Taking the eggs from half the nests would test whether more of them would re-nest once the blackflies were gone. We expected somewhere around 22 nests with two eggs each, meaning we hoped to harvest 22 eggs. Brad recorded degree/days to predict when the blackflies would bloom but, unfortunately when that day came, only seven nests were active. Eleven eggs were collected, eight of which were fertile and five eventually hatched.
In the end there were twenty five nests but the weather delayed them so much that the second nesting coincided with the peak in blackfly numbers. Two chicks still survive and we have our fingers crossed.
Combined, the captive breeding centers produced 106 eggs, 49 of which were infertile and 19 were broken.
So our hopes for a year filled with Whooping cranes have slowly dwindled. With each reduction in expectations, our shoulders drop just a bit more. So far there are seven birds in the Ultralight project, 4 in the DAR study and 4 to be released using the Parent Reared method. Our birds will be shipped to Wisconsin July 8th.
In anticipation of a big year we prepared to build new facilities at White River. We dug a scrape around which we were going to build another wet pen. We will leave that the way it is and hope for more birds next season. We also hired Caleb Fairfax as extra help this year but that did not work out either. Caleb has a standing job offer working as a ship board biologist on the Bering Sea. He will join us again next April if our numbers are up. We’ve thoroughly enjoyed having him with us for the past three months and he will be sorely missed.
Personally I blame the weather. It screws up migration, makes it difficult to test the slow speed of new aircraft, inhibited our ability to prepare the site and messed up an expected good breeding season. Or maybe I am just used to blaming the weather for everything. My feet are sore so it must be that approaching cold front.
Once, when I was in college, I entered the gym sauna after football practice to burn out my aches and pains. There, sitting on the opposite bench, was a guy dressed up in a snowmobile suit complete with ski mask and gloves so that only his beady little eyes betrayed he was, in fact, human. My heart began to pound with excitement because I realized that I was in the presence of the first really crazy person I had ever met. This was, of course, back in the days when I was young and innocent and before I discovered that the 1950’s movie “Attack of the Body Snatchers” was in fact a National Geographic documentary.
Finally, a voice from the ski mask squeaked out “I’m on the wrestling team, the weigh in for tomorrow’s match is in two hours and I’m trying to “make my weight,” which meant he was trying to lose just enough weight to qualify for a lower weight class, thus giving him an advantage in the competition. Were he on Weight Watchers, he’d have banked enough points to gorge on pizza, ice cream and beer three meals a day for the next month.
After the sauna and on the way to my locker the coach called us all together and instructed us to fill out the info sheet for the Game Programs and to add 10 pounds to our actual weights so as to appear, on the program at least, more intimidating to our opponents. Of course, their coaches were instructing them to do the same thing, so it was just another case of “Mutually Assured Stupidity”… a relic of the Cold War, which, I suppose, is also why I long ago traded in my water pistol for a BB gun.
But, it did highlight one of the great certainties of life. Along with death and taxes, the issue of weight is inevitable. Especially in America. Seems like every time I turn on the news, the Barbie Doll talking head tells me about a new statistic that warns in the next five minutes or so at least half of all Americans will be obese and the simple act of looking down and trying to find our toes will soon replace baseball as the National Pastime. It’s what the Bahamians call “Dunlaps Disease” which occurs when “Your belly done laps over your belt!”
The fact is, Americans spend more money trying to lose weight than the entire population of India spends trying to gain it. Perhaps we should “Offshore” our weight instead of our jobs and attempt a win-win. Just think. The next time you call the Bangalor Call Center for technical assistance, the voice will answer, “Hello. My name is Jimmy and I now weigh as much as you do. How can I help you”? There’s presently a Bill on the floor of Congress proposing to replace the words “In God We Trust” on the dollar bill with “You Want Fries with That?” Honest!
And if all this weight stuff isn’t depressing enough, scientists have just discovered that the great dinosaur mass extinction 65 million years ago was not caused by a meteor strike after all but rather by the simultaneous combination of two events; a month long Going Out of Business Sale at a Tokyo Pet Smart and a Curtain Call for extras for the movie “Godzilla.” Turns out that when the world’s dinosaurs ran to Tokyo all at once, their combined concentrated weight shifted the earth’s center of gravity so profoundly it created a wobble in the earth’s spin, which threw it into a new orbit father away from the sun which proved in the end catastrophic for the poor dino’s. However, once they disappeared, so did the wobble. The earth returned to its normal orbit which left the playing field clear for the emergence of a whole new and improved creature that traveled on two feet that would really give the planet a good trashing. The question now becomes, will an overweight America produce another wobble resulting in the next mass extinction? Stay tuned.
So what does all this weight stuff have to do with whooping cranes you ask? Quite a lot actually. You see, monitoring daily weight gain or loss is absolutely critical to the health of our whooper chicks. A gain of 10% each day is considered optimum. Any more than that can put too much stress on their fragile developing legs resulting in serious problems… like dooming them to a life walking around looking like a drunken sailor. And any less than 10% can indicate possible dehydration, failure to learn to eat properly, or other problems. Therefore, each chick gets a daily weigh in. In fact, it gets two or three when it is really young.
Who conducts the weigh in’s? Quite often it’s Geoff. After all, who is better qualified to weigh chicks than guy who lost more than 40 pounds since I last saw him at the end of migration last January. That’s right. 40 big ones! Geoff is one of those rare individuals who, when he makes his mind up to do something, he actually does it. It’s a gift, really. Not one Santa put under my tree, unfortunately.
Since all but one of our birds are female, poor Geoff often has to use different scales for different birds because they believe certain scales read lower than others. Geoff, after all, is the Master of the “Yes Dear’s.” He feeds the information into a giant mainframe computer which immediately spits out the all important percentage of weight gain or loss in the last 24 hours.
Then what? Well, that’s where the super secret government “Whooper Diet” comes in. It is the culmination of millions of dollars and years of research and is based on two revolutionary physiological factors previously unknown to man – diet and exercise. Imagine! It goes something like this; (I hope you’re all taking notes) if a bird is gaining weight too rapidly, we give it more walks or swims or both to burn off the calories. We can even proceed with the dreaded “food withholding” if things are getting too far out of whack. And if the chick is not gaining weight, the process is reversed. More feeding sessions and less exercise.
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I know I know. All this talk of weight just makes you want to give up, dial up the Call Center and ask Jimmy if he’s seen your toes. How’s about a nice hot sauna instead? We’ll even throw in the snowmobile suit. Just sayin.
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A three-judge panel of a federal appeals court has reversed a ruling that Texas’ environmental agency is responsible for the deaths of 23 endangered whooping cranes in 2008-2009.
The original judgement was handed down in March 2013 by U.S. District Judge Janis Graham Jack of Corpus Christi and held that the Texas Commission on Environmental Quality (TCEQ) caused the deaths of 23 whooping cranes by issuing water permits that resulted in diverting water from the cranes. She ordered TCEQ to immediately stop issuing water permits on the Guadalupe and San Antonio rivers.
The Court of Appeals did not feel the evidence presented showed a future imminent threat to the cranes, especially since the population has continued to increase.
According to the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service’s 2012-13 winter whooping crane survey, an estimated 279 whooping cranes inhabited the primary wintering grounds and adjacent areas. USFWS’ winter 2013-14 whooping crane survey estimated that 304 whooping cranes inhabited the survey area.
‘WET’ ‘high water’ ‘make it stop raining’ were familiar words and phrases heard over and over for the past two weeks in central Wisconsin and specifically, Green Lake county. There are a number of road construction projects that are either behind, or have yet to begin because there is so much WET.
Jo-Anne Bellemer and I headed out to Wisconsin help Joe and Caleb prepare the pen site for the arrival of the Class of 2014 whooping cranes. Caleb had been in the area tracking cranes for the past 3 months and Joe arrived from Washington after a cross-country roadtrip to retrieve the new aircraft. We were all there and ready to get to work but we couldn’t get into the training site because of all the WET. We eventually trekked in, slogging through about 6 inches of water at the south end of the runway, only to find that the drypen wasn’t (dry) and there was about 3 inches of standing water immediately outside the gate to the pen.
We had to wait about 3 days before we could move equipment in and thankfully, it didn’t rain during those 3 days. Looking at the iffy-at-best long range forecast, we decided to call on some volunteer help so we could tackle it quickly before it rained again.
Caleb drove the riding mower from our camp, over to the pensite on Monday afternoon – a long slow road trip of about 5 miles, which took an hour. (At least now I know how fast a riding mower moves). He managed to almost mow the entire grass strip that evening then went back on Tuesday to give it another complete pass, making it so short that it’s almost golf-worthy.
On Wednesday morning our troop of volunteers turned up and we began weed whacking and trimming the tall grass around the perimeter of the crane pen and inside.
Of course all the cut grass needs to be raked and moved off the runway. Volunteers extraordinaire Doug Pellerin, Rick Vant Hoff, Deb Johnson and Bev Birks took on this task (and others!) while Caleb and Joe put the top net in place.
Even the plastic whooping crane, which hangs in the wet pen to encourage the young cranes to roost in water aka ‘Dummy Mummy’ got a makeover courtesy of Bev and yours truly.
The expression ‘many hands make light work’ definitely applied to our work day as everyone was finished up and we all sat down for a well deserved lunch by 2pm.
We owe huge thank you’s to Deb Johnson, Jo-Anne Bellemer, Rick Vant Hoff, Bev Birks, Doug Pellerin and Tom Schultz – Your tireless efforts and go the extra mile attitudes are not easily found and we are grateful for your hard work and support!
Make plans to join us for the 2014 Whooping Crane Festival in Green Lake County on September 12 – 14th. An entire weekend dedicated to Whooping cranes! Take part in a behind-the-scenes field trip to the Necedah National Wildlife Refuge kicks off the weekend festivities. Space is limited so be sure to register early.
Join us Friday evening at the Mascoutin Golf Club just south of Berlin, WI for a fun evening of good food and a live and silent auction. Our after dinner speaker will be Mr. Stanley Temple, Senior Fellow and Science Advisor with the Aldo Leopold Foundation. His talk marks the centennial of the extinction of the passenger pigeon in 1914. Temple uses the case of the passenger pigeon to call attention to the world’s ongoing extinction crisis and our relationship with other species.
2014 marks the 4th year for this festival, which started small but has grown steadily. In fact, we have outgrown the former location and this year, Saturday’s Festival will be held at the Princeton Public School, in nearby Princeton, Wisconsin. Saturday morning kicks off bright and early and everyone is invited to watch the Class of 2014 go through their paces as they fly behind our aircraft, in preparation for their first ever southward migration. (weather permitting).
The Berlin Rotary Club will be flipping pancakes and serving up breakfast following flight training so be sure to head to the Princeton School grounds for a hearty breakfast. Afterwards, browse the vendor booths, bid on the great silent auction items available, attend one or all of the speaker sessions to learn more about whooping cranes in Wisconsin or birds of Costa Rica!
Kids can take part in whooping crane related arts and crafts, listen to live music throughout the day, and visit the education tent. There is something for everyone and it’s all in support of Operation Migration’s efforts to safeguard this incredible crane. Admission to Saturday’s day-long festival is free. There are many other events taking place over the weekend so be sure to register early for those as space for some, is limited.
To learn more visit the festival page. We hope to see you there!
Vendors & Exhibitors! If you would like to participate in the 2014 Whooping Crane Festival Sept. 13th, please contact Jana Lood: jlood(AT)sbcglobal.net
Guest Author: Beverly Paulan
One of the worst aspects of my job as a wildlife pilot is when I find a dead critter during one of my flights. I take it personally. With the collared wolves, it is usually due to illegal shooting so I get mad. With the Whooping cranes it is usually due to predation. I still get mad but it is part of the re-introduction process. It is still a loss but I have learned to accept it. It is part of the dynamic of the wild world and a topic I cover during my educational presentations.
Then there is the memory of a flight from July 23, 2013. I had been asked to fly a comprehensive survey looking for Whooping cranes generally and checking the status of any chicks. There had been a report of a crane over in Waupaca County – one that had been observed by a warden. When I picked up the signal, I started my circuitous route, homing in on the increasingly louder beeps. I tightened the circumference of the circle, but could not see a bird. When this has happened in the past, it has been caused by a couple of reasons. It has always amazed me when a 5 foot tall white bird can disappear, but it can happen. I have found birds standing under trees, emerging from stands of cattails, escaping the black flies in shrubby brush, all doing their best to go undetected and mostly, succeeding. However, during this particular search, I was overflying a wheat field and my heart was sinking with each circle and not seeing the bird.
I did, however, see a strange serpentine trail through the wheat. After one more turn my eyes followed the path and discovered it ended in a crumpled white form. I circled again, dreading what I knew to be down there and then saw that the white form was a Whooping crane. I could trace the path and it was made by this bird, 14-11, as she staggered through the wheat after whatever had happened to her. I couldn’t fathom what had occurred. A predator would have finished the kill, and the trail was in the middle of the field, not near a road, so that ruled out a vehicle strike. The path started cleanly, not with a mashed down circle that would have indicated a crashing bird that struck power lines.
I sent the lead tracker a text from the airplane and let her know what I had found. I also snapped a couple of pictures to document what I had seen that I would email out once I landed. Upon landing I made a couple of calls and the tracker said she was heading out to retrieve the carcass. I contacted the local warden whom I had talked with on prior crane searches and he said he would follow up with an investigation.
When I heard that this bird had been shot and the circumstances surrounding the shooting, my blood boiled. I had been raised in a family of hunters. The cardinal rule is don’t shoot until you are 100% certain of what you are shooting. Identify, identify, identify. If I heard it once from my dad, I heard it 1000 times. This is where hunter/shooter education is critical. This is why the outreach work that Operation Migration and WCEP does is so vitally important to the survival of this species. This bird would be of breeding age this year, had she lived. What has this flock lost by her being senselessly shot? What potential genetic diversity would she have added? What have we, as cohabitants of the planet lost? The world is a lot poorer for having lost one of its gems. All due to a lack of education. That’s all I have to say about that.
Well, the next step of our little journey is around the corner! Our little whooping crane chicks are hard at work, gearing up for White River Marsh. Now, they’re being socialized at Patuxent’s luxurious White Series pond pen, where they have all the space they need to be cranes and mingle with each other to their heart’s content! All the birds are getting along well with each other, with the exception of 10-14.
She’s a bird who loves her space more than life itself and any bird who’s in her three foot bubble is in for a bad time, as she’ll peck or chase them out of her zone of comfort. Luckily, she’s not one for chasing the other birds and once they get away from her, her sunny disposition is back in no time. And she has a lot to be sunny about, as her cutthroat attitude has landed her the top spot on the totem pole. The birds do their level best to stay out of her way but sometimes, it’s not always easy if they want some food at a feeder, or they want to say hi to the costume. Especially the latter, as she loves the costume with all her heart.
But sometimes our birds find ways to scare us that don’t involve establishing an all-too-literal pecking order. Just ask 3-14. On Sunday, all the birds were going back to their pen after a seven hour stint out in the White Series pond pen. Patuxent crane crew matriarch Sharon took birds 2-14 through 9-14 back, while I stayed back with 10-14, as we were worried she’d get pecky with the other birds on the walk back to the pen. After giving Sharon a few minutes head start, I came out with 10-14 and led her back towards her pen. As I got back to the propagation building, Sharon pulled me aside with some horrifying news.
Chick number 3-14 was nowhere to be found. I still hadn’t put 10-14 back in her pen yet, so I went ahead and took her back to her pen, hoping that 3-14 would be found by the time 10-14 was back in her cozy little pen. Only she wasn’t and our anxiety was rising. Sharon insisted that she had all the birds when she came back to the propagation building, but I went ahead and went back to the White Series just in case she was miscounting, or mistook her for 8-14 who also has a pink legband. After all, 3-14 pays attention to the costume almost as much as she pays attention to all the worms she grubs up as you’re leading her on a walk. I could easily imagine her falling behind as she stopped to find a good spot to rustle up some grub and never bothered to catch up with the group.
I searched the pond pen and every last aisle in the White Series, but 3-14 was nowhere to be found. I went out to the half-moon field, where Brooke takes the birds for training, but found no sign of her. I walked along the dirt road running behind the prop building where a sandhill chick briefly went missing a few days before, as well as the farm pond field, where we take chicks for walks. No 3-14. By now, other members of the Patuxent crew were down at the propagation building and were combing the perimeter for any spot where she could be hiding. Brian had taken the trike out, hoping the sound of the engine would attract her. On a hunch, I went into the chick pens to see if she had wandered into another chick’s pen by mistake (which happens fairly often). It was the last place I could look before I started beating every bush like Hansel and Gretel. I took a passing glance at 2-14′s pen and noticed a bird with a pink legband inside it. Sure enough, it was 3-14. She was never lost. She just wandered into the wrong pen by mistake. I easily led her back to her own pen, which was right next to 2-14′s. My next question was if 3-14 was in 2-14′s pen, where was number 2? As I walked out of 3-14′s enclosure, I looked over my shoulder, and saw 2-14 sitting under her heat lamp, preening away. I’m not sure if she ever noticed that she had a visitor, or if she even cared.
Naturally, everyone was relieved as soon as I told them I found 14003. I think everyone had visions of searching for this chick well into the night. And if we couldn’t find her by then, she’d join the ranks of 2-11, who flew the coop on us when we left Princeton three years ago. Only this time, we wouldn’t have any way of tracking her and there are any number of thickets she could’ve wandered into. So I was happy to be the hero of the hour on any number of levels but to this day, Sharon now insists on taking 10-14 back by herself, then coming back so we can lead the other six birds back together. And of course, 3-14, having learned nothing from our little scare, still focuses more on worming than she does following the costume. She’s always one of the last birds to make it back to her pen.
But the next time she pulls a vanishing act, the first place I’m going to look is in 2-14′s pen.