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Field Work

“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.

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