I'm in the middle of our annual "Goose Chase".
We had a hot and sticky, Thunderstorm-dodging day yesterday.
The question "What's the likelihood of the helicopter being hit by lightning" was asked more than once.
I don't even want to consider it. We came "this close" to shutting down the operation twice in an hour.
But things cleared up and we had a good day. We corraled about 600 birds in five different pushes, and by the end of the day everyone was sweaty, dirty, happy, and thirsty.
The first beer always tastes spectacular in those instances!