Road trip to round up a baby Peregrine
I'm on the board of Raptors Of The Rockies. During our board meeting last week, director Kate asked if anyone was willing to drive 3 hours east to pick up a Peregrine falcon chick since the AC in her car was on the fritz. No one said a word. I just said YES. Count me in! How many times does an opportunity like this come around?
We loaded up yesterday morning, drove through wild Montana thunderstorms to Bozeman to get the little dickens. She was a little noisy when we first put her in the basket but other than that, not a peep till we got home early last evening. Kate tells me she she's doing great and has eaten half a quail already. We nicknamed her Mambo since there was a Mambo playing on the jazz channel in my car but Kate hasn't decided her real name yet...we're leaning towards something with a fierce, wild Latin flair...Any thoughts?
What a cool day.
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Good on you for doing that. I sure would have...
Last month there was a bird festival in a neighboring town and we went to a raptor presentation. The lady brought a kestrel, a hawk and an owl. All had been raised in captivity and were now used for teaching and were just marvelous to see.
I'm all in favor of Mambo, too.
Thank you for saving the peregrine. Although I had to laugh when you said "Kate will let her hunt ducks like she was born to do" , because very soon there'll be a post about someone saving a struggling duck, or stopping traffic so a Momma Duck and her ducklings can cross the road. We'll all be so relieved the duck and /or ducklings were saved. So it is a bit ironic.
But then I guess that's how nature is. There are the hunters and there are prey.
Kate and I stopped on the interstate outside of Anaconda to assist a Mallard hen and her 4 ducklings across the highway to the little creek which is part of wetlands recovery area intended for waterfowl production. It was part of the adventure. Mambo will grow up to be a duck/pheasant hunter. A peregrine has to eat too. I've been on a duck hunt with Kate's older peregrine, Sibley. Sib doesn't mess around. She flies super high...spots her prey and BAM! It's over in a millisecond. The duck never knows what hit them. It's how it ought to be.
was that a pun?
I follow a couple of bald eagle nests and all three of their eaglets had to be rescued this year.
What fun for you to be able to help and enjoy and participate in such a hands on way!
I’m so appreciative of people in the trenches looking out for wildlife.
She is adorable and you are a heroine for the wonderful work you do! 
BTW, I like Mambo, too.
Oh my, look at this beautiful baby falcon!
She looks like a "Jazzy Mambo" to me.
