Note to Self: Invent Fake Boyfriend

Whoo boy. Do I have a story for you all. Here I am, on Wednesday evening, as I intended (for once) posting! Really something, eh?

Despite the fact that only a few days have passed, it seems like a lot has happened. First, Dwayne reconsidered his awful request for an additional 30-60 goshawk survey points, and as a result, I am officially finished with my goshawk surveys! This turns out to be An Even Better Thing than I initially thought, because Monday morning while I was out surveying I slipped climbing down a canyon and dropped (and shattered) our GPS unit. I was very glad not to have fallen myself, but without the GPS it would be extremely difficult to call for goshawks with adequate accuracy.

Luckily, Dwayne was (at least outwardly) phlegmatic about the incident, chalked it up to the rigors of fieldwork, and ordered a replacement. In the interim, I'll be making-do with a smaller, less fancy, borrowed unit. I feel like I murdered a good friend. Not to mention the fact that I just knocked down Dwayne's yearly budget by around $700. At least I'm no longer going after goshawk, and won't be out traversing canyons for a while.

The final count? 100 surveys, and one (that's right... 1, single) goshawk. Dwayne was thrilled. Go figure.

The relief of having finished the surveys is huge. Now I can move on to checking raptor nests, collecting vegetation data in key sage-grouse habitat, surveying prairie dog colonies for several threatened bird species, and setting up our bat detectors across the field office.

This week is the last week of the Upton project. Last night our active bat surveys went off without a hitch, but around midnight it started pouring down rain and didn't stop. Middle school students aren't quite mature enough to handle a day out hiking in the rain, so the teachers decided to shift the schedule and visit museums in Hill City today, leaving the wildlife hike until tomorrow morning. No skin off my nose... I'll gain credibility for being flexible. I had plenty to entertain myself for the remainder of the day.

This afternoon I returned home from a night of camping far less tired than I have been in the previous two weeks. I've been working a more 'normal' schedule lately, and without goshawk surveys on top of camping and the wildlife hike, I not tired at all. Fantastic!

Capone pitched a fit as soon as he saw me pull up to the apartment. The evenings I camp he doesn't get his walk, and cries all the louder the following day. I put my camping stuff away quickly and got out the leash to take him along our normal stretch before he tore a hole in the siding of the apartment.

About halfway through our walk a little hound mix puppy ran up to us and then took off as soon as Capone started sniffing his direction. As the puppy tore off, a guy appeared from behind an unkempt pickup, took one look at Capone, and swooned. Most guys drool over Capone, his beefy build, his block head, and, perhaps, his 'intact' nature. The guy laughed at his puppy running from Capone, and introduced himself as "Steve." It's not unnatural for people to introduce themselves in Newcastle. Perhaps it's a small town thing.

Steve admired Capone and asked if he always pulled. I explained that he only pulled that hard when he was really interested in something (in this case, the puppy). He suggested I use the leash as a harness, and I told him that I'd tried that several times and found the slip-lead method to be most effective. Then Steve asked what I did in Newcastle, and where I was from. I assumed he was making polite conversation.

Oh how wrong I was.

(Please note: the following text should likely be rated PG-13).

He laughed when I told him I worked for the BLM, saying I had a "real job." He asked what I did for fun, and I told him I spent most of my free time in South Dakota. Then he asked if I was available for dating.

I almost choked.

Steve, a guy who must be in his late thirties, wearing a cutoff t-shirt, balding, with cigarette stains covering his teeth, and toting a dirty puppy and a border collie who has had puppies of her own at least once, asked me if I was available for dating. Perhaps on some level I should have been flattered, but I was mortified.

I didn't choke, but I did freeze, and wasn't quick enough on my feet to adequately convince him that he was sniffing up the wrong tree. I danced around an outright rejection, but he kept trying- hard. He pulled the "we already have something in common" card, pointing to the dogs. He noted that he lived in South Dakota, a place I'd already said I spend a lot of my free time. He asked me if I liked riding horses, and if I enjoyed dancing.

(I do enjoy riding horses. Very much in fact. No! Don't lead him on! No!)

I jumped on the suggestion of dancing.

"No, I don't dance."

"Really? Do you know how?"

"Nope."

"Well, do you want to learn?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. Not something I'm interested in."

"Really? You don't want to learn? It's fun."

"Seriously. No. It doesn't do anything for me."

At this point I stared slowly edging my way down the street, away from him, letting Capone pull to his heart's content.

"We should do something sometime. You need someone to hang out with?"

"Um... I have friends in Buffalo." (Not necessarily a lie.)

"Well we should get together sometime."

(Well, gosh, Steve, I might really like that, if you were fifteen or so years younger, didn't chain smoke, and were ANYTHING like me.)

"Okay, well... I think Capone and I need to finish our walk. He's going to pull my arm off." (Hahahahaha... oh god get me out of here!)

"Well, I'll be around here for the next few weeks. Keep me in mind!"

(No chance in hell, buddy.)

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Steve." (Not so much, really.)

"You're lookin' good, Jax."

(Oh jesus... don't think about what he really means, don't think about what he really means, don't think about what he really means...)

I led Capone down the street, thinking I'd avoided a near disaster, only to have my hackles raised in alarm a few minutes later when I smelled diesel and heard his F-350 pull up alongside me.

"Can I call you sometime?"

"What?" (WHAT?)

"Can I call you sometime?"

"Uh... I don't have a phone."

"Seriously? You don't have a phone?"

"No. I get by with my phone at the office." (Oh man. Oh hell. Why can't I just tell him he's creepy and I'm not interested!?)

"Do you want one? I have an extra one." At this point, he reached into his pocket; evidently, to grab his extra cell phone and give it to me.

Who ARE you? What kind of person carries around an extra phone and offers it up to a complete stranger? Are you desperate?

"Oh, no, that's okay. I don't really need one."

"Well, here, then. Let me give you my number!"

"Uh... Um... Er....Sure."

Steve then proceeded to tear the back off a pack of Marlboros, write down his number, and hand it to me through the window of his trash-ridden pickup. Perhaps my repulsion showed on my face, because he then said, "I need to clean up a bit. You know- work an' all that."

"Um yeah. Heheheh..."

Thankfully, a cement truck pulled up alongside him, he was forced to return to work, and I was able to make my escape (relatively) unscathed.

I have to wonder, though. How old did I look to him? Or did it even matter? Why couldn't I just tell him to look elsewhere? Why can't a cute, twenty-something, well-educated guy take some interest? Do they even exist in this part of the country? Or anywhere?

I'm sure Steve may be a perfectly nice guy, but I was glad I at least had the sense to tell him I didn't have a phone. His intentions may have been innocent. Perhaps he's just as lonely as I've been out here and is just looking for a friend... someone to spend time with.

Yeah.

Right.

Now I suppose Capone and I will have to find a different route to walk... at least for a while.

Note to self: invent fake boyfriend. Convince the creepy older guys that hit on you that you're in a serious relationship. His name is.... Matt. Or Andrew. Or Patrick. Or.... Jack. Name doesn't matter. Just remember the name and don't get mixed up under pressure. He lives in Colorado. Or California. Or Oregon. Or Canada. Let's go with California... more liberal. Lots of schools there. He's my age. Or a couple years older. Going to school, for a PhD, just like I'm planning on doing. Soon. It's hard to be away from him, but this gig is temporary. Yeah. We're serious. Too serious for me to be messing around with a random guy in Wyoming. Right? Right!?

Next time, I'll be more prepared.

I made it back to the apartment, shut and locked the door, and said hi to my real boyfriends. Or at least the only boyfriends I plan on having here, lest some sort of miracle occurs.

I've finally given them names. So have a good laugh over my misfortune, and then say hello to:

Archer

Bokeh
and Rizzo!

A Few New Friends

Hello there! I know, I know... it's been a long time since my last post. Too long, in fact. My intentions have been to update every Wednesday or Thursday evening, since those are generally my least-busy days. Obviously that hasn't happened, but I've had a lot going on.

First, an update on Capone. Although he hasn't really improved, per say, he's come to the point where our walks are manageable. I'm sure it's the consistency more than anything that's done it. Every afternoon around 4:30 PM (assuming I'm home around four) I take him on the same walk around the block. He knows what to expect and what places we'll be visiting, and thus doesn't pull quite as hard once we get started. He's also found several spots of grass along the way in which he loves to roll (lacking any semblance of greenery in his own small pen).

Second, work. I'm desperately trying to finish my goshawk surveys so I can move on to something different. I like being out in the Black Hills, but honestly, these surveys are getting tedious and repetitive. Not to mention the fact that they often take quite a bit of technical hiking and bushwhacking. For those of you who are familiar with the deceptive ploys of a certain "Smokey" the bear, you'll understand when I say that every day I think about how much easier my job would be were it not for fire suppression. I need a machete.

I've been working hard to try and finish the surveys before the end of this month, and up until today I thought I could wrap them up by the end of next week. Unfortunately, however, I came in to work this morning to find a map and a note on my desk with instructions for at least thirty additional surveys... and it's taken me nearly two months to finish the first 100! I was so frustrated with Dwayne this morning I worked up a tension headache. He knows the amount of work he's given me to complete before the end of October. It will be a tall order and take a lot of long days for me to get through everything. Adding another three or four days-worth of goshawk surveys might really be pushing it.

Aside from that little grievance, however, there have been better work-related things going on. As I mentioned in a previous post, for three weeks in July the BLM hosts three small groups of middle school students from Upton, and I've been in charge of the wildlife portion of their course. Every Tuesday evening (after a full day of, you guessed it, goshawk surveys), I meet the new group of kids and their teacher, Luke, at the Beaver Creek Campground just past the state line (I'm generally in South Dakota two or three times a day!). I'll help them start a fire and fix dinner, and then once it gets dark I'll take them out on a short night hike to a nearby pond to do some active bat monitoring.

That cool equipment I mentioned that records bat echolocation? It can be used to actively track bats as they feed, and you can hear their calls out loud. Calls are species-specific, so it's really neat (for me and the kids) to set up some spotlights and watch different species of bats forage over the pond while listening to their echolocation.

We don't finish until late, so I've been camping with the kids, because Wednesday mornings I'm in charge of an additional four hours of their program. The past two weeks we've done some bird watching at camp, then taken a drive to a nearby stock pond where we help them make plaster casts of various animal tracks. We finish the morning with a brief hike along a trail to talk about animal habitats, adaptations to different environments, feeding styles, etc. Then after lunch I usually leave and go off to do even more goshawk surveys. It makes for two extremely long days, and I've been wiped out on Wednesdays and Thursdays (thus my excuse for my lack of posts.... sort of).

There's only one more week of the Upton program, though, and then it will be back to my typical schedule. I've really enjoyed it, however. I'm not terribly fond of kids, particularly younger kids, but when they're really excited about what they're learning/I'm teaching, it's fun. Everyone likes sharing his/her expertise, right?

Interestingly, I've started to attract crowds at my evening bat sessions. The first week it was just me, the kids, and Luke. Last week it was me, the kids, Luke, our office's range management intern, one of our petroleum guys, and our recreation planner. This coming week I'm expecting myself, the kids, Luke, two other teachers from Upton Middle School, the recreation planner, two petroleum guys, one of the petroleum guys' daughters, and who knows who else. I guess word gets round about how neat it is to hear the bats. It's hard to explain, but it's a really unique experience.

So all that's work. And I'm sure by now you're wondering where these "new friends" come in to play. Surely I couldn't be talking about the middle schoolers, right?

Right.

Last weekend I decided to make a trip to Rapid City. I desperately needed groceries from a real grocery store, not one of these "food centers" that we have here in Newcastle. Second, I was bored nearly out of my mind, and there really isn't anything for me to do here during the weekends. The drive to Rapid City isn't necessarily short, although it usually only takes about an hour and half. Nonetheless, any trip made there needs to be made worthwhile, and worth the gas money. So I thought I could kill some weekend time by visiting the Rapid City mall before my grocery store trip.

The mall was small (Rapid City itself isn't terribly large), but they did have a few familiar stores. While there, however, I proceeded to make a series of bad decisions, although they very may well have been preordained. The first of these mistakes was to visit the pet store. The second was to make my way to the corner of the pet store that housed rodents. The third was to send my mom a text message with a picture of some of these rodents.

I'm sure you can see where this is going.

I abhor mall pet stores. I really loathe them. They're typically unkempt, filthy places that sell animals from mills for exorbitant prices, with no care for the social welfare, health, or breeding history of the animal. If you ever need to get really pissed off and passionate about something, start reading about puppy mills.

What initially attracted me to the store was the massive quantities and species of fish they were selling (in fact, I believe the store was called something like "Fish Here Pet Center"). I simply went in to look at the fish. From here I can partially blame the rest on my mom (although I'll hear it from her after she reads this). I made my way back to the rodent section and found, of course, two fish tanks full of rats, one with four females and one with around 12 males. I sent my mom a picture message of two of the males sitting together on an exercise wheel, and she replied "Aww... are they yours?"

And that's all it took, really, to plant the seed. I've been aching for the loss of Cassie. I spent a ridiculous amount of time with my previous two rats, Cass and Gems. Whenever I was home, they were out of the cage and exploring and interacting with me. If they weren't running around doing ratly things, they were cuddled up on my lap or in my sweatshirt. I'd become very accustomed to having them around. When I saw those fishtanks full of rats doing rat-like things, it really tore at me. So I stood there and watched them for a good fifteen minutes. And sent my mom a picture.

When she responded "are they yours?" I thought I'd essentially been "given permission" to pursue a few new rats. I'd previously pushed the idea out of my mind. After all, I have no idea where I'm going to be after I finish my internship here at the end of October, and who would I get to look after them if I end up getting a sweet job in the neotropics for five or six months?

That's what I told myself over and over again as I stood there watching them. I eventually left the store to finish my tour of the mall, but, of course, found myself back in the exact same spot less than half and hour later, just watching them wrestle and run and play. I tried to will myself to leave, but settled for engaging in a text-message conversation with my mom about whether or not I should get some. This turned into a fiasco of sorts, because, on the one hand, I knew it wasn't a good idea, but, on the other hand, I couldn't convince myself it was an entirely bad idea.

I left the store again, left the mall, and walked out to my truck, telling myself over and over again that I couldn't have them, yet all the while devastated at the idea of returning to my empty apartment in Newcastle. I turned the truck on and started to drive away, only to find myself parked in a different spot, adjacent to the mall entrance nearest the pet store. I went in again, and, again, watched them play.

Then I made the final of my stupid errors. I started naming them. Now it wasn't a bunch of rats that would grow up 12 to a fishtank with poor, non-nutritious food, dirty floors and walls, only to be sold as live snake food. It was Henry, and Stanley, that would soon either die from some disease or be fed to a constrictor. How could I stand there and let that happen to Henry? To Stanley?

So, though you've likely guessed long before now, I left the store carrying a cardboard box containing three, 8-week-old male rats. They still have their baby fur and they're ridiculously soft. On the way home I thought about my decision, and the commitment it means. I thought about how long they might live, and all the problems they may develop, and the chances that I may have to find someone to keep them for long periods of time to go off and do fieldwork, as well as the limits I may end up imposing on myself in terms of jobs if I become too attached and don't want to leave them. It was almost overwhelming. (It's also called "instant buyer's remorse," and it's genetic, and it runs in my family. Seriously.)

This certainly hasn't been helped by the fact that, as intended snake food, my new little guys are completely unsocialized, and view me as a very large, scary monster who is certainly just biding her time before she snatches a rat and swallows him whole. They dart away and hide at nearly any fast movement or loud noise, and have been cowering in corners or their plastic tunnel when I come near.

Still, this week, though slowly, we've been making progress. First it was a short sniff of my finger through cage bars, then an acceptance of treats through cage bars. Then it was poking their heads out while I passed, followed by sleeping exposed on the shelves of the cage while I worked on the computer. Finally, today, our biggest breakthroughs yet. This morning they came out from their hiding spots when I got up and got ready for work, and remained vulnerable while I opened the cage door and inserted my hand. This was followed by a lengthy sniffing session. This evening they came out of the cage to investigate when I sat quietly and offered bits of corn.

They're currently running wild in a small play area I've constructed around their cage out of cardboard boxes and duct tape. As I write this, I'm realizing that it won't contain them for long... as they become more brazen they're realizing that some of the walls are pathetic obstacles when matched against a young rat's jumping skills. I need the 3'-high plywood rat pen I built when Cass and Gems were young. Hopefully it won't be too much longer before we start to trust one another and they learn to come when called.

Their names? For some reason, I've struggled with the decision. I knew I was getting Cass and Gems weeks before they came to live with me, and I had a long time to consider my options. These guys were a little unexpected, so even now my decision isn't finalized. I'm torn between my initial choices of Gus, Henry, and Stanley, and the more unique - and less human - names Archer, Bokeh, and Rizzo. (Archer for his nifty arrowhead-shaped mask, Bokeh for his creamy-smooth greyish-brown fur, and Rizzo, short for Rizado, Spanish for 'curly', for his wildly curly tail.) I like both sets equally well, and can see where each name would fit. Therein lies the problem... One set hasn't really taken edge over the other. So until I can get past my indecisive hurdle, I am stuck with nameless rats.

I'll be sure to post pictures once the schizoid side of their natures being to ebb and I can obtain a clear shot or two.

Another Week in Nowhereville

Back from the Grand Canyon.

A week's worth of forests, gorgeous views, and a group of people my own age. Not only was it nice to get away from Newcastle and spend time in a national park, it was good to hear the other employee's opinions of the BLM, their own field offices, bosses, and duties. I am in no way alone in having suffered the agonies of waiting for the government to get things done, the strangeness of small towns in rural places, or even dealing with being the only 20-something person for miles.

I met a few people I got along with really well, from field offices in Buffalo, WY, Needles, CA, and Carson City, NV. We spent the week sharing stories about our respective offices, complaining about the BLM, and not paying attention to the various seminars we had to attend. We were well-fed, housed individually in hotel rooms bigger than my apartment, and had enough time at the end of each day to hike along the canyon rim and explore. We saw wild-born California Condors and heard stories about strange disappearances, tragic deaths, and unsolved mysteries of the canyon. All-in-all, it was a pretty good free trip. If you've never been to the Canyon, I highly recommend you add it to your list of places to see before you die.

Now, this week, it's back to the grindstone. When I returned, Dwayne provided me with the "official" list of things I'm to complete before the end of October. I haven't yet decided if the list is too little or too much. I suppose only time will tell. This week was much the same as the week before I left for AZ... goshawk surveys, goshawk surveys, and more goshawk surveys. Maybe someday I'll finish the goshawk surveys. It does get a little repetitive. I did, however, start doing passive bat surveys, setting out some fancy-schmancy equipment that recognizes and records bat echolocation. The recorded calls can later be analyzed to determine the types of bats and their activity patterns in a certain area.

This week has been so routine that despite the fact that I've just returned from the 7th natural wonder of the world, I feel I have very little to say. The good news, perhaps, is that the next three weeks will be a little different for me. The BLM field office in Newcastle has a partnership with the middle school in Upton, our closest neighboring town (about 30 miles west of here). Every summer for three weeks in July, the BLM here hosts three small groups of middle school students, each for a week at a time. The students camp out in the black hills, learn about land and resource management, and interact with various BLM officials. Strangely enough, the wildlife portion of these sessions has fallen on me.

So, each Tuesday and Wednesday for the next three weeks, I'll be joining middle school students in the black hills to try and teach them something about wildlife. Tuesday evenings I'll be leading active bat surveys, and on Wednesday mornings bird watching, beaver ponds, animal tracks, squirrel middens, and anything else I might find that won't be completely uninteresting to a group of 11 to 14-year-olds. If nothing else, it should be a nice break from goshawk surveys.

Tomorrow is sage-grouse Friday. Hopefully the new batteries will perform well and I'll actually be able to find them this time!

My big plans for this weekend? I'll probably see Ice Age 3, walk dogs at the humane society (more on that later), and replace the screen in my bedroom window so I can run a window fan at night (and therefore -hopefully- be able to sleep past 4:00 AM without roasting). Thrilling, eh?

I did take a few decent pictures of the Grand Canyon. If you're interested in seeing them, please feel free to visit www.flickr.com/photos/jaxzwolf!

Off to AZ...

Today I took the day off. One of the best things about the BLM is a system called "MaxFlex." Essentially, every hour worked past eight hours in a single day can be accrued and later used as time off. For example, I could work ten-hour days Monday through Thursday and then take Friday off. I haven't been working ten-hour days, but most days I do work 8.5 or 9. So today I decided not to go to work, and instead to do laundry, visit the humane society, and run errands.

This evening I'm headed to Buffalo, WY to meet up with some other people that work in the BLM field office there. Then tomorrow morning we're all headed down to Grand Canyon National Park in AZ for a week-long training seminar. It will be hot, and probably boring, but maybe... just maybe I'll get to see a Kaibab Squirrel!

Needless to say, it won't be until after the 4th before I'll be able to post again. I hope you all are doing well, and enjoy the upcoming holiday!

Radio Telemetry

The first two weeks I was here the sun didn't shine more than eight or nine hours, total. It rained frequently, if not lightly all day then heavily in the late afternoon or overnight. I knew it would change, but I'm not sure I was expecting it to happen so suddenly and with such intensity. Newcastle and the surrounding area went from low- to mid-fifties, clouds, and rain to high-eighties, low-nineties, and not a cloud in sight in what seemed like a matter of days. I was enjoying sleeping in a little and not going in to work until 8:00 AM, but with temperatures quickly rising every morning I've had to forgo that little bit of extra sleep and head in to work at 7:00 AM. Who knows? If the weather stays this hot, I may just end up at work at 6.

Today the temperature peaked around 92. That farmer's tan I wrote about? It's here.

The receptionist at the BLM office, K, was kind enough to order me a few BLM t-shirts to wear in the field, lending some legitimacy to my position should I ever need to make claims to curious land-owners or recreationists. She asked what size I wore, and I told her a small in men's sizes or medium in women's. To give her the benefit of doubt, I don't know whether K ordered them directly or sent the order to the state office for someone else to fill, but regardless, the shirts I received were a men's size medium... and husky.

I am by no means a "husky" individual. I have no idea where the line of communication went wrong. I do hope that it wasn't K who decided I needed "husky" shirts.

Today was sage-grouse day. Once a week until the end of my internship I'm supposed to go out on Thunder Basin National Grassland and track down five radio-collared sage-grouse, four females and a single male. Get ready for some science! Fair warning: if you're not up to reading science-y things, you might want to skip the rest of this post.

Grouse (I keep wanting to say 'grice') are lekking birds. Each breeding season groups of males gather on high, visible spots in grasslands or prairies and try their best to attract mates. Males put on displays, dancing around, singing, and flashing their plumage. Females are attracted to the leks as spots to scrutinize males, and they love it, because they can compare potential mates side-by-side. When they're satisfied with a male, they mate and go along their merry ways. Females take off and eventually nest and raise their chicks alone, and males disperse when they no longer attract hordes of females to their hilltops with their dancing and singing.

Greater Sage-Grouse lek around late April, and females should be nesting now. My job this summer is to track down the grouse, determine if the females are nesting, find out how they're using their habitats and (eventually) find where they go to hide away for winter. How do I find the grouse, you ask? Radio telemetry.

Radio telemetry is one of my absolute favorite ecological monitoring methods. The technology is continually advancing, and over the years it's almost revolutionised our ability to track individuals and populations. It has been a key in helping to understand some of the most elusive species in some of the most remote locations, and, best of all, it's fun.

Imagine you've caught an animal in a live-trap, and you want to know how it spends its time, where it lives, where is travels, or how frequently it visits a particular area. But perhaps the animal lives in a dense environment, is extremely cryptic, has become trap-shy, or travels far faster than any human could. How do you answer those questions?

Captured animals are fit will small devices that transmit a unique frequency of radio waves. Mammals are generally fit with collars, whereas birds and bats are often given backpack-like devices or small boxes glued between the shoulder blades. New advances have led to smaller transmitters, some of which can even be implanted under the skin. The animal is then released and allowed to return to its normal activities.

Later, scientists can track the movements of the animal in the field, using a receiver that will recognize the signal emitted by the radio collar and an antenna to hone in on the animal's location. The process is somewhat akin to tuning the antenna on a television in hopes of getting the best picture. The antenna is swept slowly back and forth until the direction is identified from which the signal is strongest. The scientist then moves in the proper direction, stops, checks the direction again, moves on, stops, checks the direction, and so on and so forth until he/she either flushes the animal or gets close enough to see where it is. In environments too dense to transmit signals properly or with very elusive or fast-moving animals, airplanes are occasionally used for location. If time is short or the scientist doesn't wish to disturb the animal, a series of readings can be taking in a perimeter around the supposed location of the animal, and the points can be extrapolated to gain an approximate determination of the animal's position.

In short, radio telemetry is really cool.

So how did I fare today? Poorly. The batteries in our receivers are old and don't hold charge well, and both ran out before I was able to get close enough to find/flush a bird. Luckily, we just got our new batteries in today, so after my sad attempt at finding nesting females I returned to the office and installed a more reliable power source.

Photography, anyone?

I fancy myself an amateur photographer. The tale of how I first became interested in photography and my quest to find a decent camera is both long and harrowing, particularly for the person listening. So I will spare you the details. Suffice to say that photography has become a hobby of mine, and I'm continually looking to better my skills (and drool over the really nice equipment... like the Nikon D300. Oh, man... that is the most amazing... No. Wait. I need to stop thinking about it.).

My intention for this blog was to post pictures of my adventures as I go along, but I quickly noticed that Blogger.com and their photo-hosting site are far from ideal. What's worse is the loss of image quality when I post photos, and their tiny size amidst a sea of words. I will continue to post photos here, because it makes the whole thing look spiffy, but if you're really interested in seeing my pictures, you should visit http://www.flickr.com/photos/jaxzwolf.

As I promised, here is a picture of the Badlands:


If you're interested in seeing more pictures from the weekend, including my best shots of the park and an absolutely adorable picture of a red squirrel, you should visit Flickr. The image quality there is much better. You won't regret it.

Finally, some fieldwork!

So, after nearly three weeks of waiting, I finally caught a break. Late last week someone tracked down hard copies of the two training sessions I needed to get off the ground, including defensive driving. Which meant I was finally able to get out into the field. And as I understand it, I'll be out doing fieldwork every day now until the internship ends. Dwayne has a long list of things for me to do, most of which is either bird- or vegetation-related. Not the ideal study subjects, but it's fieldwork and I'm getting paid for it, so I'm not going to complain. Perhaps I can convince Dwayne to start focusing on some mammals. Old logging accounts from the 50's and 60's suggest that there may be flying squirrels in this area!

On the list to occupy my time for the next four months? Surveys for Northern Goshawk, monitoring known raptor nests, inventories of vegetation in both Black Hills National Forest and Thunder Basin National Grassland, and tracking Greater Sage-Grouse. Like I said, I'm going to have to work up an argument for some sort of mammal survey.

This weekend my mom and stepdad came up to visit. Question: What is the best part about northeastern Wyoming? Answer: South Dakota. We packed a lot into two days. Saturday we left Newcastle and saw Mount Rushmore (not all it's cracked up to be), drove to Wall (home of the famous Wall Drug- definitely worth a visit if you're ever in the area), through Badlands National Park, back to Rapid City, then through Custer State Park before returning back to Newcastle. I'll have to post some pictures of the Badlands in the next few days. It's a desolate area, but absolutely gorgeous. Sunday we drove to Spearfish where the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service runs a fish hatchery. It may not sound like much, but I had a lot of fun! I have to admit that I was probably more tired at the end of the weekend than I was before it started, but I was really glad to have someone up here to spend time with.

Then on Monday I started my marathon summer of time in the field. Dwayne's wife had their fourth child on Monday afternoon, so Dwayne is officially on leave and unavailable to answer questions. Monday morning I took the government-owned Durango, a stack of maps, a compass, and a surprisingly complex GPS unit and drove into the Black Hills to start goshawk surveys. I'll admit that I didn't have a great time on Monday. I'm completely unfamiliar with the field office, had no idea where I was going, and was a little unsure about data collection. Additionally, it's been nearly a year since I've done intense fieldwork, and I'm definitely not in proper physical shape. I usually have an excellent sense of direction and an even stronger visual memory, but Monday I kept getting turned around, and was sure I was going to go down a bad road and end up backing into a tree or getting stuck somewhere.... not a great move to make on my first time out on my own in a federal vehicle.

Luckily no such thing happened, and I've since been getting faster and feeling better. It won't be long now before I have a well-developed farmer's tan, raccoon face (from my sunglasses), a lot more freckles, and the ability to hike up and down hills for 10 or 12 miles a day without having to stop every ten minutes to catch my breath.

I think I made decent progress with the goshawk surveys over the last three days. Although I've yet to find any goshawk, I've covered 30 of the 100 survey locations Dwayne has laid out. I need a change of pace, though. On the agenda for tomorrow? Tracking sage-grouse!