We walked a transect along the creek for seven kilometers to a point farther south, playing fairy-wren tapes every 100m. Diabolical grass seeds, heat and humidity, sunburn, thick vegetation, ticks, slips, falls, and scratches combined for tough going, and it took us almost 11 hours to cover those seven ks. In early afternoon, both of our GPS units failed simultaneously; one went in the creek (along with data sheets and, well, the whole researcher), and the other simply died – suicide, maybe. By the time Michelle picked us up at a prearranged point in mid-afternoon, we were happy to retreat with observations of 11 fairy-wrens, as well as 15 Black Fruit Bats, a pair of Golden-headed Cisticolas, and several Brown Quail. Popsicles and burritos for dinner were well-deserved!
Just want to let you know how much we enjoy reading your daily blog & viewing your photos. Sounds like a pretty grueling place to be. Hang in there you’re doing a great job.
Terri & Jim Bebus
(Sara’s Mom & Dad)