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OMG, what a terrible news!

Sorry to hear this sad news about this wonderful Falcon. To much tragedy going on. Barb, VGDIF, and volunteers I feel for you! SGB, hard to watch, but nice tribute to this family.

Barb's friend's blog post is so meaningful. Applies to life in general. Thanks, Barb.

Barb, thank you so much for posting the article and the blog post about Ginger. It is much appreciated.

SGB, your tribute to Ginger is beautiful, but very hard to watch. In a year with so many losses, this one is especially tragic. So much bright beauty, so much promise, so much potential, gone in a moment of time.

Ginger had such a presence, so much personality. She deserved to have a long and successful life; to fly with the wind, swoop and dive and soar on thermals, spend the summer learning from her parents and, in time, move on to find her own place in the world. This world is too cruel to peregrines.

I will never forget beautiful Ginger. She was a truly special little one.

this was the one positive thing I took away form the flight of our precious Ginger. She felt the wind under her wings, if only for a short time. That is what they are born for.
so I totally agree with your friend Barb. to never take a risk , is to not have lived.

Hopefully they have removed the pen so they will come back to the box. They usually hang around the area but unlike other pairs, they don't come back to the box much. They do like hanging out near the purple martin roost a few blocks away.

I thought you might enjoy this report from the Virginia birder listserve. The report comes from a middle school student who is an enthusiastic birder. As I thought, our falcons are taking advantage of the ever growing purple martin roost, where they come every night through August.


I spent most of a day down in Richmond with my mother and my girlfriend to
see the Purple Martin roost and try to see Peregrine Falcons. We first went
to the VA Bazaar, which was alright, but not great, and then we looked
around downtown Richmond until we met Mrs. Ridd at 4. I would like to thank
Mrs. Ridd for taking her time to try to show us the Peregrines. We stood and
walked around for a while at the intersection of Canal and Eighth Streets
and even on the median of the bridge a bit. We didn't see any Peregrines,
but we did see about 6 Osprey, and a couple of BLack and Turkey Vultures, a
downy, grackles, pigeons, a possible but unconfirmed peregrine, house
sparrows, starlings, and this person who stopped their car on the side of
the road, got out and asked us if we were looking at Eagles. We weren't but
we showed her the Osprey.

WE went to 17the Street to look for Peregrines on the Monroe building, but
were told that they weren't likely to show up until 8 o'clock so we left
there to go to try to see the Eagle nest in the middle on the river, but the
view was obscured by trees and leaves, but we did see some Osprey. Then the
break for dinner.

Now for the main event:

So at about 7:30, I think it was, we went back to 17th Street to wait for
the Peregrines and the Martins. Right in front of us right near the last
Bradford Pear there was an injured female Purple Martin!!! I got out and
immediately tried to catch it. Thanks to Mr. Atwood's banding trips I knew
how to correctly grip the bird. I figured that one of the wings was broken,
as it turned out to be, and took it to my care until Mrs. Ridd showed up
again, then we hoped to get it to a rehabber. She was relatively calm most
of the time. She did escape my grip a couple of times, but for a while we
just sat down and waited and she was calm and even began to close her eyes
as if to sleep. I couldn't help but pet it and take some photos. My
girlfriend was even bold enough to hold it for a few moments, until we saw
some lice near the eye, then she gave it back to me. We tried to blow the
lice away and were successful for a couple of them (there were about 4). The
martins started to show up and there was much ruckus with a Cooper's Hawk
that decided to show up, A Great Egret flew over and I think was almost
about to be chased by a Martin, because a Martin went after it for a sec but
soon left it alone.

Shortly later a Red-tailed Hawk showed up and began to be mobbed by a crow.
The martin started to get nervous again or something right around when the
trains came because she wouldn't stop wiggling. and she was even kind enough
to leave my camera and part of my hand a nice little present. Mrs. Ridd came
at around eight or shortly after and we put the martin in the box and began
to get in touch with some people to get the bird to a rehabber. The
peregrine came shortly thereafter, as did another egret. We immediately put
the scopes on the falcon and got some great looks and some crummy photos.
Some people even came over and took a look at the falcon. By this time the
martins were gathering in large numbers now. The kept gathering and circling
for a time until near nine when they started to fly to the roost. The first
wave flew into the roost, but then became immediately flushed out and they
zipped by us. Then my girlfriend and I went over to the Alfred Hitchcock
view point in the east side and I tell you, it was spectacular! We were
afraid of being pooped on and we could even hear their droppings hit the
ground, but they didn't get us. We briefly saw a peregrine zip by over our
heads while we waited for the next wave to fly in. I think that delayed
them, but shortly after we saw them we looked up and they disappeared; then,
out of nowhere, I look down and saw them coming right toward us. I was
great. I was glad we went there because my mother said she didn't see much
of the martins from the west side. When the martins finished we went back
and saw the peregrine, the female, hadn't moved so the other peregrine must
have been the male. It was a spectacular sight and a great end to a great
day.

Thanks Mrs. Ridd for taking her time to show us the birds, my mother for
driving us down, my girlfriend for coming, and Mrs. Ridd and Mrs. Johnson
for giving me help and directions that made this day possible.

God bless,
Jacob Barkett,
Woodbridge, VA

OMG, Barb...that report is priceless!!! I see a future rehabber/biologist in his future....you should give him a call...maybe he could give you a hand!!!

Just so cute...loved the lice and the poop...

Thanks for sharing that report with us, Barb! Sounds like just the sort of person who would be helpful for future fledge-watches! Young, enthusiastic & energetic!

Glad you all enjoyed this story as much as I did. He is from Northern Virginia (near Washington DC), so this was quite a field trip! I think he must have bribed his mom by accepting a trip to the flea market, which he obviously didn't enjoy. Too funny. And then the mites and the poop...OMG, I'm still laughing. He is a regular poster on a forum that's full of finicky 50+ year old "expert" bird watchers who regularly scare new posters away. I'm always delighted when he posts, and I'm sure he has a promising future.

I just loved that report BArb. Being a retired Teacher, I loved his humor where the poop was concerned.

It is so great when you know that some of our youth care and may be the future of our environment.

Even though nobody's home, its nice to see the box...actually, its bitter sweet...last time we had this view, Ginger was sitting in the box not wanting to come out.. .Nonetheless, I'm glad to have it back..