At last!
"The nest is about 600 meters away from here," said the huntsman Nikolaj Juskin.
We stayed near Ob river at the south of Novosibirsk area. We stepped into a lovely birch grove. The mosquitoes were perhaps even worse here than in Gorne...
"Was it really only 600 meters?" I asked Lubos by the nest.
"According to GPS, it's 1,6 kilometers. These are the Siberian distances," laughed Lubos.
Although it was getting dark, Franta with Lubos installed a catching device to the nest and built a cover. Franta got under it the next morning; the rst of us were waiting in the camp. Nothing was heppening for an hour nearly.
"What about calling to Franta?" I asked nervously.
"Franta, Franta," Lubos whispered into the transmitter. Nothing. "We've got to wait."
10 other minutes later, Franta turned up at the forest border. What happened?
Premek looked with a filedglass: "He's carrying some...he's got a stork!!!"
"That was quick," Franta laughed after we had run to him. "It arrived after a whil....but I tuned away my trensmitter and couldn't get through to you."
We were adoring our first Siberian for a minute, then we measured and weighed it, and attached a "backpack" to his back afterwards. In a few minutes it flew away to the Ob river.
The same day, Nikolaj showed us the second nest where we caught and marked the second stork.
"Finally, it's not gonna be one big fiasco now," Franta took a deep breath.