Story: Fate Unknown
We nicknamed the bird “Mohawk” since he still had a lot of rusty brown feathers, and a dark streak down the neck and back like a “Mohawk.” Since sometimes juveniles separate from their parents when they are sick, I was very worried. But Mohawk was alert, had lots of energy, and flew strongly when I went out to look at him. However, he was not getting enough to eat.
After a couple of weeks, Mohawk moved to a pasture just north of Aransas and has not been seen since. What do you think happened to Mohawk? I hope I find out.
North is pleased to feature this educational adventure made possible by
Whooping Crane Eastern Partnership.