Since Quest seemed to be settled in a couple of different locations, Pickering and Tam O'Shanter, a few Watchers decided to take another road trip to try to find her.  Kathy O, Shaky, Carrie and Carol P. decided to take a chance.  It was a last minute decision to go.  Sometimes that works out for the best.

For a report of our successful quest for Quest, click on the link below.  It will take you to a Picasa album with a few pictures from our trip.

http://picasaweb.google.com/libbymybird/OurQuestForQuestFinallySuccess82810?feat=directlink

We're pretty sure now that we probably had three falcons, not four.  and yes the 3rd was an adult with a dark hood, tiercel size.  We'll keep watching!   

Excuse me!  But, would you have any Gray Poop-on!   

Had to read that twice, Carol - verrrrrry splendid! 

Why thank you Bobbie.  At least someone understands my humor.   

Excuse me!  But, would you have any Gray Poop-on!   

My!  What big YELLOW feet you have Archer (I think)!   

Thanks, MAK -  I miss you too!  Things are looking up a bit, so maybe I'll be able to join you again soon.  I've been reading all of your reports; you've turned into a real pro!        I bet you'll be one of the "Frosted Flakes" this coming winter!!!
 
Carla P.

PS.  I know Dan doesn't do computers, so give him a big hug for me!!!

Hey!  Who you calling a "Flake"!  LOL

For those not familiar with American television, Good Morning America is an "infotainment" morning television show in the US.

I repeat my point: Two countries separated by a common language...

and a big pond!  lol

"Dave Morrison, lifelong Londoner and peregrine obsessive, focuses his telescope onto the tower."

Sounds like Dave would fit in perfectly with this group!  Although, I'm not quite sure what a barking boy is.   

What a great article.

Hope everyone has had a chance to check out this stunning print.  M&K and family are the subjects of this picture.  I have one hanging on my living room wall and absolutely love it!  and remember all the proceeds help to keep the RFalconcam running.   

How interesting is it that these juveniles are possibly cooperatively hunting with each other?  Some are probably more advanced than others at hunting.

Sounds like a good idea! 

Suzanne - Did they by chance post the time they saw these Peregrines?  Jemison was released close to 1 pm.  and where they saw them?

Love these pictures of the young owls playing.  Thanks for posting them Donna.

[I agree Janet, these pics of Jemison are one of Jim's best. Thanks Jim.]

I agree Janet, these pics of Jemison are one of Jim's best. Thanks Jim.

Carol, great job on the videos, wow, I had tears too. He wasn't making any sounds? Just flew free. I know MAK's out there looking for a blue band with a red stripe. 

He never made a sound.   

I felt very honored to witness Jemison's return to the wild.  I truly wish that ALL the Watchers could have seen him fly off until he was just a dot.  All the Rochester Watchers played a part in saving this beautiful creatures life.  and now, he'll do what he was born to do, be a Peregrine Falcon.  Thank you fellow Watchers for all you do to keep them safe.    This release wouldn't have been possible without all of your hard work and long days on the streets of Rochester.

The sky was overcast, raining on and off.  But, it stopped raining just as we were searching for the perfect spot to release Jemison.  Mike stopped his truck and we all pulled over.  The box containing Jemison was placed gently on the ground.  June volunteered to open the top of the box, while the rest of us had our cameras ready.  Kathy had received a quick lesson on how to use one of mine, while I switched to video.  Be sure to check out the Imprints post for an update, the addition of two videos I took of Jemison's release.

As June slowly slid the top of the box over to the side, a blur of brown and yellow launched itself from the box.  Jemison blew by Jim P out over the swamp and never looked back.  

It started to rain, so I grabbed my binoculars and watched as Jemison flew higher and higher.  His flapping changed to soaring.  I had a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes as I watched this magnificent creature, finally free.  I never put my binoculars down until he disappeared over the horizon, heading north and west.  He was heading in the direction of Rochester.  Home.  Would he return?  Only time will tell, and the sharp eyes of the Rochester Falcon Watchers looking for a now blue and red band.