A “memory book” page featuring poems, artwork, stories, and other content submitted by chatters! Content will be administered by ToniRoseSD (thank you Toni!). Click here for a simple form to submit content for this page.
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- Season Chat Closing Transcript
4 drawings below are by fitzilynn
Three little hawks napping on the nest.
One says to Two,”Mom likes you best.”
Three says, “hush and let me sleep
while Dad is looking for somethin’ to eat”
Not long ago, inside an egg,
and then once hatched they began to beg,
With feedings grew to XL size,
and now on wing they soon will rise.
Our Red-tailed Hawks are quite a sight,
as they soar and glide from dawn ‘til night!!!
Ode to the Fs
Our nestling Cornell hawks do edge
As they prepare to fledge and fly
Into the vast unending sky
Their hearts are free, their bodies light
Beating wings with all their might
Fast and free but not alone
We feel each wingbeat in our bones
With them they carry our great hopes
for life and breath and all our dreams.
We’ll be with you all along.
What has happened? My F Troop Watching has been interrupted. I am in the hospital. I have had an unexpected surgery. Please, no, not in the middle of nesting season.
I wake in the recovery room groggy from general anesthesia. The post-op nurse is looking at me funny. Oh no, what have I said about my children, my husband, my own seven birds? Nothing. I have apparently come out of anesthesia speaking about Red-tailed Hawk chicks in a nest on the other side of the country.
Five days in hospital before release. No computer. No viewing of anything on phone.
Day Six. Human family and avian family asleep for the night. Armed with Pinot Grigio and Percocet. I can do this. I can look at my chicks.
I cannot just go LOOK at the cams – the shock to my heart. I cannot go to Facebook group – I remember that Nest Fest is this weekend and I am already bitter, jealous, and angry at not attending. I must go to Twitter to catch up.
First, the Barn Owls. Glorious. Then Niau. Beautiful. . . It’s time. But wait. Must catch up on Hellgate …. Poor Stan & Iris, but after all this time, they will be alright. Okay. No more procrastinating. I must look now. F Troop. I must see their growth.
I am dizzy. I am hyperventilating. I am physically ill.
I cannot look.
Was it really only a week ago I was on chat with Mod Deron, who had gone 7 days without seeing the chicks? Did I really joke and say, “A week?? I would DIE!”….
Tomorrow. A week. Tomorrow. I will look. I must.
– ToniRoseSD. June 11, 2015
“Bedtime Story: A Day in the Life of a BOG”
Big Red and Ezra greet us as we walk to work–Big Red with a “UFO” (unidentified feathered object) atop a light fixture near the wrestling center, and Ezra standing guard on a favorite athletic field light pole; F-troop starting the day in their metal aerie. Big Red delivers breakfast and Ezra waits…Big Red joins Ezra on adjacent light pole; Big Red then selects a stick from a tree in front of Fernow Hall and delivers to nest. Time for work…Late afternoon arrives and Ezra is on the Bradfield throne as we walk to our car – Big Red feeds F-troop dinner (we chat with passers-by and then Hockeygirl shows up – yay, and we talk about – you guessed it – hawks! And osprey, of course). We sit on the stairs across from the nest while F-troop digests dinner – Big Red departs and soars and soars, up and up…beyond our view. A Turkey Vulture appears in the distance…and then is gone. Time to go home…Dinner for us, then check on F-troop; watch them get all raucous and we get nervous (I start to think I may have to pack up my camera gear.) F-troop settles down – final check and F-troop is all tucked in for the night. Time to clear memory cards and charge batteries as fledge time is upon us – exhilarating, but also bittersweet. Good night all – sweet dreams.
– Christinebshoals. June 17, 2015. Click on below picture to see full-size on Flickr.
BY TEAM TROLL AND OTHERS
THE HAWK CAM IS NOT JUST FOR HUMANS
JUNE 13, 2015
Pulled together with the help of so many (and overseen by our “mayor” Raylene), Nest Fest 2015 was reported to be a wonderful time for those who attended. Those who were not able to attend were able to view a Live Broadcast through Karel and BOGEtte’s Livestream channel. (Click on link for video.) Many, many great pictures were taken at this event and I won’t attempt to include them all here. This section will probably be added to later on.
And of course there was lots and lots of Hawk Chalk! Click here to see 29 scaps by GP. 🙂
GhentArt put together this special “Chawk Art” with as many hawkaholics names as possible. Note: GhentArt has updated this as of Jun 24. Click on the picture to see or download a high-res version.
“It is a number of nice folks that have a common interest in one of nature’s outstanding creatures getting together to celebrate that interest. The fun, the food, meeting in person those that you have previously only known from chat boards, activities like chawk art, awards, actually holding a bird of prey, visiting the sites that you have previously only seen on cams, and seeing the royal family in person provide memories that will last a lifetime. Others watching from around the world can observe through the miracle of cams, the internet, and livestream the celebration as it occurs and feel like they are a part of it. Take it away and something would be missing from all of our lives.” – W. May
HATCH AND FLEDGE CERTIFICATES (GhentArt)
IN MEMORY OF F2
While human hearts are heavy and eyes shed tears of grief,
Let’s celebrate a certain F whose life was much too brief.
And wish her well as she now soars beyond the earthly skies,
Catching chippies, snakes and starlings and any other prize.
We’ll carry on our life today with a little extra sorrow,
But with the hope of seeing wings when we look up tomorrow.”
GhentArt. Click on picture to see this full-size on Flickr.