Last night, we had 7 people plus one dog watching out for our falcon chicks, a great turnout by a devoted group; mind you, my dog was not interested in the chicks, but he sure had a keen interest in Peter's supper. All the action seems to happen with the chicks in the early morning and afternoon, when Bev does not have as many people to help her, but, fortunately, the construction workers are very helpful, and it was one of them who helped Bev rescue the feisty Mr. Yellow, and he got bitten for his efforts.
We looked for Mr. White last night, and listened for him, but nothing. We are all worried about him. The biologist told Bev that it is great if we only lose one chick, but we all need to know what happened to Mr. White.
Will be there after work tonight. I hope Bev will not be overworked with rescusing birds during the day, which promises to be very hot. She usually gets help in the afternoon, thank goodness. I expect we will all be there on the weekend, especially as we expect Froona to go for it on Sunday, perhaps Saturday.
