Today Gabrielle and I set out to prepare another banding station, aiming to both clear all the net lanes and then figure out exactly where the nets will be erected: placing the poles in each lane, pounding in the rebar, and stringing the support ropes. Except that I forgot the poles were in bundles of 10, and only put one bundle into the back of the truck, instead of the required two. Oops.
The nets are 12 m long, and we need at least a metre wide path to fit them in. So dense patches of bush can take quite a bit of time to clear. We spent a long time at the first net lane, as there were a lot alder branches to clear and a patch of red-osier dogwood we had to take out completely.
Eventually we were ready to determine where the first net pole would go. I eyeballed a place for the rebar, then glanced at the nearby bushes to see if any of the trunks were strong enough to attach the support rope to. And that’s when I saw this:
Uh oh! Poor little guy! There we had been, mowing down the place like a bunch of crazed moose, and he was curled up waiting for his mom. We quickly gathered up our tools and equipment and moved on. We’ll finish that net lane next visit– hopefully Mama picks a difference spot to leave him next time!
Have you had any wildlife encounters lately?