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Operation Migration 2013 (2 Viewers)

December 23: Another Day in Chilton County, Alabama

Winds are out of the north but a touch to unsteady. Rain showers are lingering at our next destination and the cloud ceiling, at 800 ft. is too low to allow for a flight.
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Conditions Need To Be Just Right
-by Joe Duff-

Several factors must align perfectly in order for us to successfully complete a leg of the aircraft led migration.

Weather: Living at the whim of weather is not for the impatient – or anyone with a controlling personality — like me. No amount of cursing or cajoling will get you anywhere. In fact, when you plead with the powers that control the winds, your reward is the same indifferent stare you get when you try to explain to the State Trooper that the 90 mile per hour ticket he is writing, is all the fault of speedometer error.

Taking to the air in a 400 pound aircraft and cruising at 38 miles per hour is a lot like being a discarded Styrofoam cup on an interstate. So it is best to pick your conditions carefully. When you add birds to the wingtip and must fly smoothly enough to carry them on your wake, the window of opportunity is narrowed even further.

Our stopovers are approximately 60 miles apart and our birds fly at roughly 38 miles per hour. Even a smooth headwind can slow our progress over the ground past the range of our fuel tanks. Any more than three hours and we risk having to land short with the birds.

Temperature is also a consideration. The particles that make up air are packed closer together when it’s cold, so more oxygen is inhaled with each lung full. It also provides more substance to push against with each wing beat and helps cool the bird’s bodies from the exertion of flying.
Higher humidity means that a large percentage of the air is made up of water vapor. Cool that air even slightly and the water condenses into fog. Cool it more and we get frost on the wings which can quickly reduce the aerodynamics of an airfoil to the flight characteristics of a brick.

Aircraft like ours operate under visual flight rules (VFR) and the FAA imposed minimum visibility limits that include the distance you can see horizontally and the height of the clouds. With luck we can get the birds to 2 or 3 thousand feet, so the ceiling must be higher than that to fly legally. Full overcast at 10,000 feet is ideal because it blocks the sun and reduces the thermal activity that makes the air bumpy.

There are many other reasons why air can become rough or what we refer to as trashy. Wind shear can happen when the air at two different levels is moving in different directions. Sometimes turbulence will form between the layers. Close to the ground, mechanical turbulence is produced when even light winds roll over hills and forests. None of these situations is dangerous to the birds or us but they prevent us from holding the wings steady enough to allow the birds to surf on its wake.

Crew: Our crew of staff and volunteers each have jobs that must be executed and timed precisely in order for it all to work. Radios must be charged, vehicles fueled and costumes ready for when the lead pilot says go. Prior to the launch, they remove the electric fence perimeter wire and roll back the top net slightly so the gates can be opened giving the birds wide access to the departing aircraft. They must be ready to dive into the pen trailer so they don’t distract the birds, have swamp monsters at the ready to discourage those that return, if needed, and air horns to emphasise the message.

If it all goes well, they can begin dismantling the pen shortly after takeoff. It must be packed, cleaned and ready to travel in case it is needed at some halfway point. If things don’t go as planned, the ground crew must track any birds that land near the pen and have crates available to transport the dropouts. The team in the tracking van must stay in radio contact and plot a course of back roads to keep them under the aircraft and birds.

Equipment: We must also rely on equipment like battery operated GPS units and handheld radios that are not made for cold temperatures. We use MP3 players, amplified through speakers to broadcast the brood call from the air, cumbersome directional antennas and heavy tracking receivers. Among the most reliable equipment we have are the aircraft but that depends on regular and meticulous maintenance.

Timing and technique: When all the pieces fit together it is up to the lead pilot to make it happen. He must time his takeoff so the first birds out don’t get ahead of him, yet the last bird clears the pen gate. He must hold the aircraft a mile per hour above the stall, while looking over both shoulders to count the followers. He must hold the wing as steady as possible, providing clean lift for the birds just off the wingtips, and execute slow sweeping S-turns so the stragglers can cut the corners and catch up. He watches for telltale signs like the curved neck that increases drag and slows the birds down slightly because the wing is moving too slowly, or the open months of the tired birds at the back because it is going too fast.

The chase pilot must lend advice and direction while staying out of the way. When it is time to assist, he must be cautious not to attract all the birds as he tries to pick up one straggler. The best approach is from far enough back, but directly behind the lead aircraft so the other birds don’t see him as a provocation to turn back.

There are a hundred tactics and procedures that make the difference between a successful flight and one that must wait until the next flyable day.

On average it takes us twenty-three flying days to reach Florida. They are punctuated by long periods of headwinds or rain but when our break finally comes, there are a hundred other things that must also fall into place and a talented team that makes sure they all work.
http://operationmigration.org/InTheField/2013/12/23/conditions-need-to-be-just-right/
 
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December 24: Not Today but Maybe Tomorrow

Winds on the surface here in Chilton County are calm and from the north. Aloft, north winds are blowing at 25 – 30 knots. At our destination, winds are expected to be 15 – 20 knots at the time the planes and cranes would land, which would make a safe landing difficult. For that reason, we’ll be standing down for another day.

Christmas day, and the three days following, look ideal. That alone makes standing down today not as disappointing as it normally would.
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Christmas Day 2013: Hope Is Dashed

First Word

Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good flight! Yes! That’s right. We’re going to get this show underway today! Surface winds are calm and have a northerly component. Aloft, the directional arrows are indicating conflicting directions, albeit not terribly strong so we’ll be getting underway soon after sunrise.

After reading this above missive, I checked the weather on NOAA and didn’t like what I saw. I saw moderate water vapors moving up northeastwardly from the Gulf of Mexico—over both the launch and landing areas—and trying to fly didn’t make sense. I imagined a relatively strong cross wind, a very low ceiling, and even rain.

Final Word

We tried. After fixing a flat tired on Brooke’s aircraft, both pilots were airborne only to discover headwinds, which dropped their ground speed to a mere 12 mph.

We’re down for Christmas day in Chilton County, AL and will try again tomorrow.
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December 26: One Hundred, Ten Miles to Pike County, Alabama
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…Sure enough as soon as Brooke blasted off, I peeked and there was good ol’ number 5 standing in the pen, almost waving adios to his flockmates as they flapped hard to catch up to Brooke. Well guess what buddy? We’re onto you! This ain’t the first time a Whooping crane has tried to outsmart us. No more crate of shame for you….

…As soon as he was in the open, and out from under the top net, I swear I saw a thought bubble above his tawny head that read HOLY CRAP – WHAT IS THAT???!!!!

Off he blasted, away from the pen and out toward the west, just as Brooke was making a pass to the southwest. Number 5-13 made an immediate left, cutting across the field and easily catching up to Brooke and his seven other flyers.

Mere seconds later, Richard called for all swamp monsters at the pen. It seems a couple others, were making their way back toward the pen so there we were, Colleen in blue, Geoff in silver and yours truly, still in brown/green, moving about in front of and around the pen, trying to convince the young birds they were no longer welcome at this pensite.

And convince them we did, as in no time, Brooke had all eight locked onto his wingtip to begin the long flight to our next destination.
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December 27: A Possible Go Turned into a Down Day

Winds on the surface and aloft are from the northeast, which would be a quartering wind to our next destination in Georgia. Brooke and Richard will be getting ready to get airborne shortly to test conditions firsthand.

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Shortly after Richard was airborne this morning it became quite apparent that we’d be down for the day. At altitude and on course he was registering a mere 12mph ground speed, which would have meant a 4+ hour flight.
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December 29: So Close and Yet So Far

This morning, Operation Migration is still grounded in Pike County, Alabama. Troy, Alabama—the largest town in Pike County, Alabama—is roughly only 150 miles (as the crow flies) north of Saint Mark’s Wildlife Refuge: the cranes’ ultimate destination.


There are remnant clouds from the very large storm system that finally quit dumping rain in the area late last night. Currently, our cloud ceiling is only 600ft, which will keep us grounded for the day.
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December 30: A Double Leg into Georgia

Today (day 90), the Whooping Cranes flew one hundred, twenty-four miles to Decatur, Georgia.

Richard and the rest of the ground crew have gone ahead to our Leon County, Florida stopover to setup the travel pen one final time. Leon County is the last migration stop prior to us delivering these eight incredible 7 month old Whooping cranes to their new winter home at the St. Marks National Wildlife Refuge in Wakulla County, Florida.
Permalink: http://operationmigration.org/InTheField/2013/12/30/a-double-leg-into-georgia/

Lead Pilot Report

The takeoff was very smooth and we were soon on course. As we began to climb in the cool moist air the birds formed up well on the wing but a few miles out, one by one they turned back and needed to be rounded up again.

To turn back would reward them for their bad behavior, so I kept going on course and when they returned to the trike I rewarded them with a free ride on my wing.

This time they fell in line and once again we were on our way. About thirty miles out I found a bird missing but soon spotted it down low. To go down and retrieve it would result in a huge loss of altitude. To recoup that altitude would surely make skipping unattainable so it was decided to leave that bird for Brooke who soon had it on his wing for the climb back up.

As we climbed we found better and better ground speeds and at 3500 feet ASL it was decided to skip for Decatur County.

The rest of the flight was spent fighting for lead with mostly number two. She would pull ahead looking about smugly enjoying the view from in front of the trike but to her dismay the trike would soon reassert itself in the lead. This went on, back and forth with other birds taking turns taking lead for the last sixty miles. The ground below slipped by rapidly and we soon reached Climax (Georgia) with eight chicks.
Permalink: http://operationmigration.org/InTheField/2013/12/30/lead-pilot-report-10/
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December 31: Forty-three Miles to Leon County, Florida

Today’s lead pilot Brooke Pennypacker had a rather uneventful 43 mile flight from Decatur County, GA to our Leon County, FL stopover this morning…. …all eight Whooping cranes flew the entire distance and no swamp monsters were required to convince them to leave their travel enclosure.

The finish line is in site! Only 28 miles to go….
Permalink: http://operationmigration.org/InTheField/2013/12/31/migration-update-5/


Possible Arrival Tomorrow
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January 3: Nope. Not Today.

There will be no final flight today. Winds, while out of the north, are blowing at a very healthy 10 mph on the surface. Aloft they are quite strong at 30-35 knots.
Permalink: http://operationmigration.org/InTheField/2014/01/03/grounded-for-now/

Brooke’s Lead Pilot Report From December 31

Two days late…

A Chinese proverb says “the longest distance in a great journey is the first step.” An OM proverb says, ”The longest distance in a journey is the last step” as the ever friendly weather gods push the prospects for the St Marks Flyover further and further across the first page of the 2014 calendar. And as everyone knows, close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades. But there must be a proverb somewhere that says something to the effect that the second to last step in a long journey is so fast that if you blink you’ll miss it because that’s the way the last flight went.

Richard and I launched into the dark morning sky for the short flight to the pen while I wondered if there was such a thing as real day light in this part of the country. We rotate leads and this would be my last of the year, so I naturally expected a glorious morning filled, like the first one after the biblical creation, with all the benevolent colors of nature in attendance, nurturing clear emotions of hope, accomplishment and promise while a celestial band played wistfully in the distance. Not!

Before I could call my broker and instruct him to sell my stock in sunscreen, I was in front of the pen waiving my magic glove for the release as Geoff and Colleen swung open the pen panels for the second to last time and out roared that amazing cloud of white….like white doves from a magician’s top hat. The chicks were obviously as intent as I was to get the whole thing over with. We climbed together up towards a dark canopy and, assisted by a slight tailwind, we slid across the subdued, uninspiring landscape leading from Georgia to Florida.

But no matter. Today’s flight was not about the below but about the above. I sat blessed with a ringside seat watching in relaxed awe as the birds did their thing, moving with and about the trike wing with the accomplished grace mixed with a touch of insecure awkwardness of young ballerinas on stage at their first recital. First all eight on the left wing, then three and then four shifting over to the right. And after a while one slid directly in front of me, so close I could almost reach out and touch its tail as his wings cranked rhythmically in the warm air and his head looked side to side for acknowledgement. “Yes, #7. You’re very special. Now get your butt back in line with the others.”

How far these chicks have come since they were simple passengers contained in those little egg time capsules collected from the abandoned nests at Necedah and sent to Patuxent for their official beginnings. And amazingly, all the offspring of parents that have also made this journey years ago behind these strange aircraft. Then there are the faces…. the ones belonging to all the dedicated and skilled people who made this moment possible. Who truly cared. Some thoughts, if allowed, have the power to overwhelm and so can only be permitted to seep into one’s consciousness a little at a time, especially if one is sitting two thousand feet above good ol’ Mother Earth. If our flight log books were filled with awe instead of just hours, they would be full indeed.

Soon we were down, birds in the pen and again airborne to hangar the trikes. There is but a millisecond, maybe two, to savor the magic of my last lead for there is the next thing to be done, to scramble towards, always in ear shot of the ticking clock and its attendant responsibilities. Preparations for the next day’s Flyover and the day after that and the day after that…. all crowding out the present and turning it into the past with such speed that you wonder if it ever existed at all. But I guess “last leads” are like that. One step at a time.
Permalink: http://operationmigration.org/InTheField/2014/01/02/lead-pilot-report-11/
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Okay, So I Lied

I must admit to experiencing Operation Migration Withdrawal Syndrome.

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Till Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them

I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with --- Jim Croce 1970

January 15: Looking Back

NBC Nightly News To Air Whooping Crane Story
Permalink: http://operationmigration.org/InTheField/2014/01/10/nbc-nightly-news-to-air-whooping-crane-story/

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NBC featured a story about the Whooping cranes on their Saturday evening Nightly News broadcast with anchor Lester Holt.

In case you missed it, or just want to watch it again, you can view it here.
Permalink: http://operationmigration.org/InTheField/2014/01/13/in-case-you-missed-it/


Memorial

Two Whooping Cranes Found Dead
Permalink: http://operationmigration.org/InTheField/2014/01/15/two-whooping-cranes-found-dead/

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them

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