Three birds. That’s all we caught in our nets in the first three hours. Kind of like fishing… good days and bad days. VERY educational, however, as I watched them untangle a Spotted Towhee, a Blue Grosbeak, and a female warbler we could not identify to save our lives, even with the finest bird books and birders all around. I watched just long enough to know that I would not have the patience to untangle the nets, nor the birds from the nets. Christmas tree lights tangle easily for me and that drives me bonkers.
One bird, the female Blue Grosbeak, came to us with a broken leg. Somehow she survived that, but in the process of struggling in or detangling her from the mist net, her left wing seems to have been broken. We gave her droppers full of water when we realized that she could not fly upon release, and the birders talked of taking her to a bird rehab place — 116 miles away — because she could not survive in the wild.
I am off to dog sit now. It has been a while since I walked a dog!