Its getting a little bit hotter and a little bit quieter in the swamp these days. The birds are having babies and the males are spending more time with their fledglings than competing for territory with other males. I didn’t see any snakes this week, I only saw one owl, and thanks to the drought there are almost no mosquitoes. And all the blackberries are ripe now, so I did spend some time picking and eating. Mmm!
I wanted to share a little more about our living situation, because I think as far as work housing goes it is pretty unique. How many jobs require you to live with your coworkers? Many of whom you haven’t met before you started the job? Believe me, at times it is like a less boozy Real World. You live with a bunch of strangers, in a fairly isolated place, where you are working a physically strenuous job that requires early mornings. Most of the folks who take these field technician jobs are in school or just out, so its a young crowd.
Since I have been a full time bird geek, its not quite so extreme for me because I just come and go to the field house instead of being a full time resident there. I also believe that field biologists (or maybe field scientists in general) are fairly laid back and not prone to bad behavior. That is not to say that in my 11 years of field work I haven’t run into some really bizarre folks! There was a girl with rage issues (not so much fun when you are her supervisor). A guy who spent every paycheck entirely on cds and then could not afford to feed himself and consequently fainted in the field, twice. Two bird banders who worked together all summer and then had a big fight where it came out that the guy was in love with the girl. Who could forget the clutzy grad student who decided one night to ride on the hood of a car armed with a butterfly net and try and catch moths and subsequently got run over (He was fine)? Finally, there was the woman who appalled her coworkers/house mates by eating a mud snake that they found dead on the road.
Only one more month, and then we are done with field season. At this point I am ready to enjoy a/c all the time. So I will stay in Raleigh and stare at my computer screen until next spring when that familiar itch to go chase birds will kick in again. Well, chase birds and “live in a house with seven strangers…..”