Thursday June 1, 2006

Well, a seven hour drive seems like twelve when you don't have any pretty feathers blowing out of the back of your truck! I had to get back to work to download some pictures and right this one. Tuesday night Aaron and I went up to roost the birds at the Hughes property where the poop eater lives. We had taken Collin fishing after he got home from school, but it began to pour on us after about an hour. Bill and I had taken Collin fishing over the weekend up at Putnam's and he learned how to cast his pole by himself and reel them in and even take the fish off the hook by himself. He had a blast, and we did too. He asked to go the next day, but we didn't have time, so Dad wrote him a note to get out of his after school program and come fishing on Tuesday. Nothing better than introducing a young kid to the outdoors. These are a few pictures from both days. Anyways, after it stopped raining on Tuesday we headed up to roost. There were two rainbows visible from town. As we drove closer, I realized that the one rainbow went right into the property where we were going to roost. I hoped that the pot of gold at the end was a big ole gobbler that was ready to make a fatal mistake. The picture with the farm equipment in it shows the very top of the tree where the two birds were roosted that night, even though we couldn't get them to gobble. If you look just above the mowing deck on the right, the first tree in the hedgerow coming off the woods on the right side of the picture is where they were. I located them from the top left corner of that field the next morning. I debated going into the woods on the left and getting on the same level as him, or running across the top of the field and setting up just below him on the right side (as you are looking at the picture). I opted to get close to him, and he flew down and went to the woods on the left. See yesterday's post for the rest of the story. The final picture is of my final sunset in Cobleskill, how could you not want to be in a place like this?