“I’m having a bad morning,” Chris Rimmer says, waving a black nylon mist net at me. It’s 4:30 a.m. on top of Mt. Mansfield, and Rimmer has had only four hours of sleep. He’s been up since 3 a.m., but he missed catching any Bicknell’s thrushes still brooding on the nest. Now, faced with the morning’s second tangled net, he appears only mildly annoyed. He remains focused on his goal- to get the nets in place as soon as possible.
The complete content of this article is part of the downloadable pdf of this issue, available in our online shop.
To ensure a respectful dialogue, please refrain from posting content that is unlawful, harassing, discriminatory, libelous, obscene, or inflammatory. Northern Woodlands assumes no responsibility or liability arising from forum postings and reserves the right to edit all postings. Thanks for joining the discussion.
Discussion
No discussion as of yet.