The WWT group split today, as Brown fought fever to carry on with calibration while Hesky patched up incubators and rearers that had been stored through an arctic winter in sub-zero temperatures. Melted butter was the only form of lubrication in the house to get the ceased parts moving.
Mackley and I head out onto the tundra to find a suitable spot for rearing aviaries. On Pavel’s advice, we narrowed it down to a site in the lie of the moraine hills.
