Goodbyes are a part of life for me.
It seems I say goodbye more often than I say hello. And with field jobs, it usually is a goodbye. Not a see you later. Not an 'hasta luego' (Spanish for see you later). A goodbye.
It is rare I get to see people from a field job again. Through the wonders of the internet age, I do get to stay in touch a little better - but it is a two way street, and sometimes lives just get so busy, you fail to stay in touch as well as you would like.
I have managed to see some people I have worked with after my first field job with them. My friend Ryan and I managed to work together for a second time in 2009 - through little conscientious planning on our part. I saw my friend Archer that I worked with in 2006, when I worked for her last year in Australia. And my friend Ginger and I, though often separated by oceans (Atlantic or Pacific), have managed to see each other once or twice every year. And I was able to a manage a short visit with a former coworker last year in Colorado, on my way home.
But I've been doing this work for over 10 years now. And have met/worked with probably a couple hundred people, that I have never seen again (though would like to).
Ornithological field jobs bring somewhat random people together who would otherwise probably never have met, except maybe at a bird conference or a bird field trip somewhere. And even then, rarely have I met someone who has the enthusiasm for birdwatching and listing as I have. Our crew this year consisted of a Finn, four Peruvians (or Peruvian born), a Hungarian, a Columbian, an Argentinian, and three Americans, counting myself. As well as two additional Americans that joined us for a brief time in the field. So most definitely, I would not have met many (or any) of these people, except through this field job.
So, yeah, the goodbyes are hard to take.
Field jobs are a different mode of work, I feel. I tell people on field jobs stories and life history that I have told no one else. Perhaps it's the comfort of knowing they don't know your circle of friends and family, so secrets are safe (even in the age of Facebook). But also - you live with these people, on a job like this, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, for weeks to months on end. It's not through boredom, but just through sheer curiosity (that's what makes us scientists!) that we all learn everything and anything about each other. And for the most part, we (field biologists) aren't judgmental.
I love that part. But it makes the goodbyes harder to handle.
I'm the last one left down here, excepting my boss (who currently is in the field). I fly out in a few hours, and the goodbyes are starting to get hard to take. Slowly one by one (and two by two recently), I've been left all alone...
So, to all I have worked with (and this is in no particular order):
Katherine:
Stephen, aka Esteban: Just having a guy around after having spent nearly 3 months with mostly women all the time, thanks! Random movie quotes - I love that with crews. And having a non-biologist around for a few days, it helps open fresh eyes. A thirst for knowledge is a great trait to have. Don't lose it.
Jamie: It seems so long ago since you were part of our crew. I appreciated your funny stories. To some degree I envy you switching projects - but I still had fun here. I'll also recall the walk to Nuevo Esperanza, when the four of us were under the weather. At least we weren't suffering alone! And remember collapsing not more than 100 meters from our destination after hiking for an hour?
Percy and Susanna (Peruvian): Thanks for the help with finding new birds. And helping my poor Spanish speaking skills improve, if only slightly. And thanks as well for helping with the identification of those new birds. Susanna, much special appreciation for finding me number 1.300 (and numbers 1.296, 1.297, 1.298, 1.299, and 1.301).
Karina: CHOCOLATE! Chocolate makes everything better. I'm glad for the random special treats we had in the field. Having an extra hand with everything was a huge plus. I look forward to seeing you again, when I make it back to Peru. Someday.
So, these last few people, I will many things of. Lillia ("Lil"), Maru, Judit, and myself formed the crew in the month of October. Oona was with us in the beginning, then came back after a trip to another part of the country to work the tail end of the field season. No knock at all on the rest of the crew - but the trips we took by ourselves were just slightly different.
Lillia ("Lil" and at times "Claire"):
Finally, we come to the reason I was able to come down here in the first place:
And I was not disappointed. I learn much about identification skills with birds in the hand, and you gave us the opportunity to band all the birds. And bleed them. I am SO glad I was able to improve (and in the case of taking blood samples, learn) these skills, and you forcing us to do so made it all the better.
But, I will remember your constant energy. And your smile. That day you came out from the community at San Martin, with an ear to ear grin, surrounded by the kids - that's forever fixed in my mind. You manage a crew well, and I hope to be at least half as good as you are at that if I ever need to run one. Thanks for hiring me!
Enjoyed your photos and your story! Good luck in your travels!
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