Adrienne, Chuck, Andrea and I gathered around our digital weather display this afternoon as a windstorm slammed the cabin on Metinic Island. When the wind hit 50 mph, the refrigerator inside our kitchen started to shake. When it hit 62 mph, we all ran outside to rescue a microphone (which records calls of migrating birds) after it blew off its support.
Otherwise, the weather is looking up. We had enough sun to replenish the solar battery today, and the lights are back on. And we put in a full, uninterrupted day of banding this morning, catching 129 birds. I found a Yellow-throated Vireo and an American Golden-Plover. Life is good.