Field Notes Doug Bell 28 May 1988 Field Notes May 28, 1988 down from the top. She was out of view for about 2-3 minutes, then reappeared to soar up the cliff-face. The male joined her, and the two circled around. The female then landed in the thick snag; male disappeared. It was odd in that we heard no begging or screaming. Possibly the young, if any, were already sated. Possibly, we just didn't hear screaming from our position. The wind was blowing, and it was misting a bit. Quite cold, too. Amazing, the weather is always colder here. Or, the birds were unsuccessful & the female just went to the cavers to cache food. Don't really know what the situation is, but the fact that the birds did such a quick food transfer which the falcon carried to the cavers is encouraging. I will have to check back later. The cliff was watched from about 17:00 - 17:25. We then drove off to the Phelps Ranch. Go we around past Goat Rock around 18:50 I did not see any falcons. Now sad. 29 May 1988. Had a great turkey dinner last night with Para & Todd. Todd & I got up to go pig hunting. Pam decided to come along, so Marven had to babysit the Clayton Phelps. Todd and I drove up to the log house to get another horse, and Luther drove up. He's a nice old fellow - got his horse or hound out & ready. The hound landed out mouth, but we wanted to try the ridges part of