It will be a while.
A few weeks ago, an intrepid NunBlog reader thought that our social media posts needed to be kicked up a notch. Or even a few yards. The primary term being "up." Yes, we received a drone. A lovely, state-of-the-art, cinema-quality-video shooting drone.
I did my homework. I read the manual. I watched all the training videos. I assembled it carefully. I waited over a week for a first test flight.
|Drone hospital in my office.|
Naturally, I tweeted about it.
A geeky Jesuit offered some advice: you need an indestructible drone, like training wheels for the sky. And he didn't just offer the advice; he actually sent the drone! (Granted, it was my birthday...) "Remember, Sisters," he counseled wisely, "Crashing equals learning."
Consider me a PhD candidate, then.
I have already found a pole long enough to knock the thing out of the lower branches of the trees that dot our property. (I never actually realized just how many trees there are around here.) I have already replaced the propellers (on both drones: that crash over the provincial's head cracked a propeller and obliterated two screws on the gimbal; thankfully, drones come with a first replacement set of everything). I now carry a drone kit in a bag around my neck: tiny Philip's screwdriver, pack of propellers and a bent paper clip (for pushing a recalcitrant motor back into alignment). The kit also has one leg that has already broken off the training vehicle. (My Amazon wishlist has expanded from books to drone parts.) But as long as the weather allows, I hope to keep practicing after lunch each day.
I am not the only sister who will be piloting the drones. Sister Jo is excited to learn. (I begged her not to do anything illegal; the FAA has my name on the registration--yes, all Unmanned Aerial Vehicles over .5 pounds have to be registered with the FAA.) Hopefully, however long it takes for us to learn how to do it, we will be getting some lovely footage of the convent, of nuns prayerfully walking through the garden, or of our choir singing on the rooftop as the sun sets on the hill behind us...
Until then, you will find me rescuing UAVs from pine trees in and around Boston.
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Time for some input from you! Here in the Pauline Family, it is a custom to name our apostolic machines. I already named the fancy drone (StPaul--because Paul was "taken up to the third heaven"), but what name should we bestow on the Little Drone that Could? And why is that name suitable?