Just a quick post because I have these cute photos of the ESO babies we’ve be fostering down at Boyd Hill.. They’re not really babies anymore; more like goofy adolescents. A couple days ago they got an important lesson in life: Don’t trust people. Heretofore, we’ve been a curious source of food coming and going every day about the same time. Stretch and Wheezer, our rehab adults, have been conveying a message with clicking, wheezing and dive bombing us as they protect their adopted children but I think it really didn’t hit home until banding day. They didn’t like being snatched up, crated and manhandled one little bit. When I went in to clean them the next day they had uncharacteristically retreated to the far recesses of the boxes. From here on in they will only be offered live mice as food. Wheezer and Stretch have been temporarily pulled out of the enclosure because they are permanent rehab birds acclimated to ‘previously frozen’ delicacies. There’s a large escape proof pen within the enclosure and sad little mousies get tossed into this ‘killing field’ every evening as the babies learn. (There. I just defined anthropomorphism for you. The mousies are not sad. Briefly naive, but not sad.) Once we’re sure they have gotten the hang of feeding themselves- and they seem to be doing this just fine- they’ll be up, up and away. As I snapped a couple of last photos before they are turned loose, their expressions say it all.(If looks could kill…)
(This little guy, the only rufous morph in the lot, flew to the top of the mews and was never coming near a person again. That’s a good thing. You can see his new silver band under the edge of those feathers.)
(Scrunched down in the back of the box. I felt a little guilty snapping this picture but not enough to miss a final close-up opportunity.)
Abby has arrived safe and sound in Mexico to begin her grant research. Something about non-profits and ecotourism in a small rural fishing village. I was so crazed at the thought of her driving a rental car alone around rural Mexico I had trouble paying close attention to the subject matter as she explained it. While I’m worried about another bout of dengue fever, H1N1, kidnappings and so forth I noticed she’s happily posting away in Spanish on her website. Last night I dreamed I got lost on the way to a hospital operating room while looking for my children. I have no idea what that one meant. Tomorrow I’m teaching a felt workshop south of the Sunshine Bridge, Tuesday I’m going to take myself to the movies and Wednesday I have a little road trip planned for the day- you’ll definitely want to hear about that. So I’ll be around as I keep myself distracted between now and Thursday.