Oh man am I missing hawk banding this fall! I just felt a pang on Saturday and now after reading my buddy Amber's blog about a very cool peregrine recapture, I'm ready to sit in a dark box nestled on the edge of the northern woods facing a fallow farm field and Lake Superior and seeing my hawking buddies. Last night as Non Birding Bill and I were headed out to dinner to re-establish our pair bond (a tradition for when either of us comes home from a trip out of town), we passed the Buzza Building on Lake Street in Uptown and noticed a peregrine perched on top--raptor migration is hot and heavy!
I'm still sorting through all of my shorebird photos from the Midwest Birding Symposium and also have quite a few trumpeter swan photos. Which reminds me, I start a project next week for work that both excites and terrifies me. I'm going to count waterfowl along the upper Mississippi River this fall...from a small plane swooping overhead. I have issues with flying (yeah, I know, I fly a lot). On big planes, I fall right to sleep during take off, now matter how much coffee or espresso I have before I board. Once the plane is airborne, I'm fine. I'm even fine during landing, it's take off that seems to do it...and helicopters where the front windshield is a bubble and when you look down at your feet, you see the ground far below you.
I think I'm going to be fine in this small plane. I think my issues with big planes is a feeling of a lack of control and not being able to watch the pilot's actions to make sure I know what they are up to. But I have never been one to let fear block a cool opportunity. So, I will count ducks and hopefully conquer my fear of flying this fall as I count ducks on Mondays.