Here's a real blast from the past!
Jim P's Noon Hour Falcon Watch Report from August 8, 2002. The juvie in this report is Freedom, Archer's dad!
I got out to the bridge late today, arriving about 12:40. Andrea, Kathy R and Dan were clustered at the east end of the Pont du Rennes bridge. I thought nothing of that as I waved a hello, until they began beckoning me with urgent arm flapping and pointing. Instant intrigue and excitement gripped me, and I shifted into high gear, sprinting the last couple hundred feet and reaching back into my lumbar pack for binoculars and camera (not an easy feat, let me tell you! :-D )
My fellow watchers eagerly indicated Freedom sitting on a sumac branch, in nearly an identical position to that which Chris reported on several days ago. I turned on my camera, but it balked at my urgent desire to take a picture. Checking the LCD status display, I saw the reason why-- Low Battery :-( . Muttering muffled curses at Mr. Murphy and decrying this downside of digital photography, I doffed my pack and reached quickly for the spare battery which I always carry. In a few seconds, I was powered up and ready to shoot. I got this closeup of the Juvenile while Dan recounted how he'd watched Freedom take a bath in the pools below the bridge before flying up to his present perch.
Wow! This was even closer than the pictures I took of Freedom a couple weeks ago on the railroad trestle. What a treat! I took dozens of shots, just for the sheer joy of observing this terrific bird so closely. He seemed alternately to be drowsing (his eyes were often closed, and alert. He didn't miss any of the birds that flew by either, swiveling his quickly, even tilting it at some pretty odd angles. Some strident chirping presaged the arrival of a robin which quite brazenly approached and challenged Freedom (who looks rather bored and unimpressed). Perhaps the raptor had invaded its territory, or perhaps the robin simply had a daredevil complex. In any event, it chittered at the juvenile for a while, then flew up into the foliage and out of sight.
Soon after that, Freedom apparently decided he'd had enough rest. He began to rouse, providing us a good look at his leg bands . Here you can see the red and black band on Freedom's left leg, and the faded orange tape covering his US Fish and Wildlife ID tag on his right leg. Then he stretched his wings , in what we took to be preparation for a flight. A final look around , and he was off, soaring over the gorge. I caught a short video clip of the end of his flight, where it appeared he landed in the trees near the top of the gorge. It was not until we moved west on the bridge that Eagle-eyed Dan located first Mariah, then Freedom on the gorge wall itself. It is practically impossible to pick out the falcons on the gorge wall unless you see them actually land. Mariah was particularly hard to spot, perched as she was in a shadowed cleft in the wall with her head obscured by intervening foliage. Had there not been wildflowers growing on the wall near Freedom's location, I would likely never have spotted him. As it was, Dan had to describe his location to me twice before I found him. Then, until I memorized the details of the rocks and tree branches, I kept losing sight of them whenever I switched from camera to binoculars.
I'm convinced that many of these days we have not seen the falcons they have, in fact, been nesting nearly under our noses. They are simply so hard to spot on the gorge wall that if they are napping, or just not moving, our chances of finding them are next to zero. Nevertheless, we were quite fortunate today, and our watch was a real treat!


















