Got an early start today. No more banker’s hours. Cleve says, “No wind and more action in the early hours.” It’s before 7AM and I’m here with coffee for both of us and Cleve is AWOL. Too bad he missed a great day and the first aerial food exchange between parent and juvenile. You guessed it “Flyboy!” Who else could fly that well.
When the parent arrives with prey, the cacophony of cacking* begins and soon all the young are airborne. If one or more does not fly, the parent will fly over them with prey to encourage them to come up and take it from them. Today, two of the young gave chase, “Flyboy” and his very large sister. It was no contest for him until he had to carry it to a perch. That is when she overtook him. Closing in fast on his yellow tail feathers, he dove into a bush squealing all the way, trying to mantle the prey even before he got stopped. The young female broke off the chase at the bush and later finished what he could not.
Happy trails, Bob
“Flyboy” can be identified by two blonde streaks on the back of his head.
*cacking – excited vocalizing