The lighter side…

Posted on June 17, 2013 by Pacific Coast Peregrine Watch
A different perpective Photo by Cleve Nash

A different perpective                                             Photo by Cleve Nash

At this time of year with all the young falcons taking to the skies, it’s a good time to show you the other side of beauty, power and speed. I’m talking about all the goofy things you never see or hear about. They are the lighter side of the peregrine falcons that only the juveniles can bring you.

Falcon sneaking up on a ??? Photo by Cleve Nash

Falcon sneaking up on a ???                                   Photo by Cleve Nash

Yesterday, I’m sitting on the south side of Morro Rock waiting for something to happen i.e. chicks to show, food to go into the nest site, anything to break the boredom that has been going on for the last three months on the south side.

What direction is the food coming from? Photo by Cleve Nash

What direction is the food coming from?                Photo by Cleve Nash

Up there? Photo by Cleve Nash

Up there?                                                                Photo by Cleve Nash

Just then a juvenile from the north side comes flying over to the face of the south side. Immediately, the resident tiercel makes a swooping pass at the youngster to scare it off. The young one seeing that it is an adult and thinks it has food for him. He flies up under the tiercel in typical food exchange fashion and gets smacked  by the adult tiercel not once, but twice. He will remember that not all adults are his parents.

It's not easy to land on a lichen covered branch. Photo by Cleve Nash

It’s not easy to land on a lichen covered branch. Where do my feet go?           Photo by Cleve Nash

I would like to share some photos from Cleve Nash with our readers. Some of the crash landings would be better in video. Try and use your imagination.

Happy trails, Bob

 

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Breakfast on the bluff…

Posted on June 14, 2013 by Pacific Coast Peregrine Watch
Adult peregrine peacefully waiting Photo by Bob Mancuso

Adult peregrine peacefully waiting                       Photo by Bob Mancuso

The demands of a growing family of chicks, or should I say juvenile peregrine falcons, can be intense. Remember when you first heard the cry of your or your friend’s baby. It pulls at your heart. Now think of the cry of the falcon chicks when hunger strikes. Peace is gone and the hunt is on.

Hungry juvenile Photo by Bob Mancuso

Hungry juvenile                                            Photo by Bob Mancuso

If the chicks live on Morro Rock, a trip is made by the tiercel to capture a peep on the long dune-covered sand spit or within the Morro Bay Estuary and its  pickleweed covered silty flats seen at low tide. The falcon will capture a larger bird such as a willet. Since she is one third larger, she can carry a bigger bird. Shell Beach birds have brought in shorebirds from the beaches or Meadowlarks from the hillside across the Pacific Coast Highway.

The more the better, but every bite counts when you are raising three or four growing chicks. Knowing that the peregrines can choose from over 200 types of birds, there is variety in their diet. This variety maintains the health and vibrant colors found on these wild birds.*

The cacking begins Photo by Bob Mancuso

The cacking begins                                            Photo by Bob Mancuso

On their return, the parent is seen from a long distance and the juveniles set up a pleading request of constant cacking.

“Feed me. Feed me. Feed me.”

Prey delivered Photo by Bob Mancuso

Prey delivered                                        Photo by Bob Mancuso

If they are too young to fly up, greet the parent and grab the prey, they wait impatiently on the bluff. Well, barely patiently.

Who has the next bite? Photo by Bob Mancuso

Who has the next bite?                                   Photo by Bob Mancuso

The parent dropping down, delivers the prey to the eager bunch who squabble over who gets the prey first. It’s the dominant juvenile who wins out, but may lose a bite while it is consuming its first bite. A sibling can easily sneak in and get its own tasty morsel. One may even try to run off with the prey. Games between the juveniles continue until the prey is devoured. Then the hunt is on again. More food! More! More! These are growing youngsters.

Mine ! Photo by Bob Mancuso

Mine !                                                              Photo by Bob Mancuso

Peace, ~Heather

*Captive birds fed on the same diet day in day out tend to be less colorful.

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Photographer’s nightmare

Posted on June 5, 2013 by Pacific Coast Peregrine Watch
Juvenile - cliff racing Photo by Cleve Nash

Juvenile – cliff racing                                                       Photo by Cleve Nash

Trying to keep abreast of what is going on at Morro Rock can be a job in itself, although at times, it can be fun. A trip to the south side this morning turned out to be more confusing than ever with this pair of falcons. The second eyrie, the one they have been brooding in, appears to have more droppings around the mouth than it did a couple days ago. The female was perched in the mouth of the “clown’s face” and the tiercel was not to be seen. I spent ninety minutes there and still cannot tell you whether they are brooding, the chicks have hatched, or another failed nesting. Only time will tell.

After watching the three young on the north side for three hours, a couple of birdwatcher friends came by and I asked them if they wanted to see something special. They answered “Yes!” and we all jumped into my Ford Escape.

Jack and Gordon are both local guys who have watched the falcons at Morro Rock a lot of the time, but have never seen the Shell Beach birds of which there are four young flying. Thirty minutes later, we pulled into a small parking lot off the Frontage Road and drove to the edge of a ninety foot cliff with chain link fence. Before I got the car shut off, a juvenile falcon came screaming over the hood of the car eight feet above! You could see the folds of skin on his legs and talons. As Jack opened his passenger door, another came by at speed. They are cliff racing right in front of us anywhere from ten to thirty feet away, mostly at eye level, some a little above, some a little below.

Patrolling adult Photo by Cleve Nash

Patrolling adult                                              Photo by Cleve Nash

Picture three guys standing in a three foot deep trench, ten feet off the edge of asphalt at Indianapolis Speedway and cars going by. How do you take a picture of this? We all stood in amazement not saying a thing for the first few minutes. Then it hit us and we couldn’t shut up. I have seen this happen for many years at this time of year and have always been taken by it.

Second sortie Photo by Cleve Nash

Second sortie                                                 Photo by Cleve Nash

Jack and Gordon had never seen anything like this before and I’m sure they won’t miss it next year. Between the three of us, we must have taken 50 photographs in the first ten minutes. Two of mine made it on the screen. Jack might have had a few more. I think we just gave up and watched. It was so wonderful! Needless to say, you won’t see any of our photographs on this blog. However the ones that you will see are from someone who has photographed falcons and is very good at it. Thank you, Cleve Nash.

Happy trails, Bob

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Awestruck.

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Surprise…

Posted on June 4, 2013 by Pacific Coast Peregrine Watch
"Rosie" finds love Photo by Cleve Nash

“Rosie” finds love                                           Photo by Cleve Nash

“Why is Cleve not out here at the rock?”

“Did you call him?”

“No.”

“He’s been gone for two days, so…. “

12PM: Cleve Nash shows up at the rock.

“Where have you been? Everybody has been worried about you.”

“I told Bob I was going to Santa Barbara on Friday…”

It seems as though I had been so excited about all the action with the chicks and such, I must have had a little bout with C.R.S.

Anyway on his way home, Cleve stopped off at the Shell Beach nest site to check on what he thought was a new mate for  “Rosie”* a few weeks ago.

Your place or mine? Photo by Cleve Nash

Your place or mine?                                       Photo by Cleve Nash

Upon looking over the cliff to see the two of them, instead, he sees four young falcons ready to fledge. He and fellow photographer, Bob Mancuso are aghast. They hadn’t even seen her breeding.

“Where did these chicks come from? She must have kept him in the closet!”

Surprise... 4 Photo by Cleve Nash

Surprise ! … 4                                                Photo by Cleve Nash

The answer to the story is… no one watches this nest site on a regular basis and they have moved the eyrie several times over the years. This Shell Beach nest site is where I saw my first wild peregrine falcon in the fall of 1969.

As of to date, we now have three chicks at Piedras Blancas, three chicks at the north side of Morro Rock, four chicks at Shell Beach.  We still have yet to check nest sites at Diablo Canyon, Avila, Pecho Ranch at Montaña de Oro and the south side of Morro Rock.

Any information on the remaining sites is welcome to be submitted to us at Pacific Coast Peregrine Watch. Use our comment box below. Thanks.

Happy trails, Bob

*See photo of “Rosie” on May 6 blog titled “No news is good news…” http://tinyurl.com/lr6s58y

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Chicks rule…

Posted on June 1, 2013 by Pacific Coast Peregrine Watch
With prey Photo by Teddy Llovet

Adult with prey                                              Photo by Teddy Llovet

With young on the wing, every day for the next month, it will be like a three ring circus with performances every hour or so. Arriving at Morro Rock, a little after 7AM, and before setting up, I immediately hear young vocalizing and soon spotted movement high up on the cornice with my naked eye. They continued for the next few minutes, while I put up a couple spotting scopes, two chairs and assorted paraphernalia which keeps this gig going.

There were some feathers and what seemed to be a carcass between two of the young birds, which neither one was interested in. They must have received a prey item just before I arrived, and that was what all the commotion was about.

For the next four hours, the parents would arrive and the young would race out to greet and see who would get the kill, but the parents would not have anything in their talons. Four times, they did this. Don’t ask me why.

Finally just before noon, the tiercel came in over the bay carrying a small dark long-legged shorebird. By this time the chicks were totally frustrated from false alarms. The second male to fledge did not even fly out, but remained perched on the cornice.

Mid-flight transfer Photo by Teddy Llovet

Mid-flight transfer                                    Photo by Teddy Llovet

“Flyboy,” being the swift one, intercepted the parent and deftly grabbed the prey in mid-flight. Banking into a 180 degree turn and heading back to the rock, he collided with his very large sister, who was following close in and was determined to eat first. In mid-air the prey was falling free and “Flyboy’s” speed had carried him past the prey and the large sister grabbed it in mid-flight. The confrontation did not end here. After landing they continued to fight over the kill. “Flyboy” never had a chance, but showed a lot of game.

The fight continues Photo by Teddy Llovet

The fight continues                                        Photo by Teddy Llovet

Happy trails, Bob

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Cacophony of cacking…

Posted on May 31, 2013 by Pacific Coast Peregrine Watch
Do "Fly" not the "Watusi." Photo by Cleve Nash

Do “The Fly” not the “Watusi.”
Photo by Cleve Nash

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

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“Flyboy” can be identified by two blonde streaks on the back of his head.

*cacking –  excited vocalizing

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Into the wild blue…

Posted on May 29, 2013 by Pacific Coast Peregrine Watch
"Flyboy" at speed Photo by Cleve Nash

“Flyboy” at speed                                                                 Photo by Cleve Nash

Today is a new day for our young aviatrix. She flies! After spending all day and night climbing around the cliffs and rocky slopes, the young female was the last to fledge in a cast of three. Both brothers fledged earlier this week. It must have felt wonderful to see mom bringing in breakfast after last night’s lonely ordeal.

Today, flying way beyond his means is “Flyboy.” I shudder watching him as he makes moves he has never done before. High “G” turns, stooping for two or three seconds, then flaring off to buzz one of his siblings or parent and missing by merely inches. I am awestruck and I have seen this many times before. He has to be like a cocky test pilot climbing into a new fighter aircraft and saying, “OK, let’s see what this baby can do!” And believe me if he could do what “Flyboy” did today, I guarantee that his linen would be soiled.

It is to a point, where I fear for him, if he keeps this up. I think we as humans cannot comprehend the power, the skill, the intelligence of animals. They simply amaze.

Happy trails, Bob

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Stay tuned for further adventures of the north side squadron of three.

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A tale of two tails…

Posted on May 27, 2013 by Pacific Coast Peregrine Watch
The second juvenile with undeveloped feathers Photo by Cleve Nash

The second juvenile with undeveloped feathers    Photo by Cleve Nash

Today, Memorial Day, we have two airborne falcons and one still grounded in the eyrie. However, “Flyboy” has returned to the nest site at least twice today. Seems he’s a little ticked at late meals or, at least, food going into the eyrie and not to him. The second chick to fly is a male, also. We believe the third that has not flown is a female.

After looking at yesterday’s photos, Cleve and Heather decided a photo of a chick flying was actually the second one to fledge. Cleve had noticed in the photo that the two lateral tail feathers on either side were not fully developed, creating the appearance of half feather half shaft. The photo above clearly shows the undeveloped feathers of the second bird. Previous photos of “Flyboy” do not show this, but instead fully developed feathers.  “Good job, Cleve!”

With all the excitement of the young fledging, we have had quite a gathering of long time peregrine observers. Steve Schubert of Camp Keep, Judy Sullivan and more. Last Friday, we had conducted peregrine programs for Mrs. Washer’s and Miss Ward’s second grade classes from Bishop Peak Elementary School, San Luis Obispo, CA. Some of those students with their families were out to see the peregrines today.

I hope your holiday was as good as ours.
Happy trails, Bob

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Stay tuned for news of our new aviatrix yet to fly.

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Cold and hungry…

Posted on May 26, 2013 by Pacific Coast Peregrine Watch
"Fly Boy" Photo by Cleve Nash

“Fly Boy”                                                                                   Photo by Cleve Nash

Two cold nights on the rock all alone got young “Fly Boy” motivated. We found him early this morning some 300 yards from where we left him the night before. After watching for a couple of hours, with a few rough landings he wound up in what we have always referred to as the “nursery.” It’s the far left end of Morro Rock on the North side where a lot of blasting and removal of rock took place and left high shear cornices, but below a gentle slope covered with brush, ideal for controlled crash landings.

Cleve and I watched as the parent brought him food, not one, but two birds. He didn’t finish the second and the parent female returned and ate it.

It’s amazing how fast they can find a chick. They will do this with all of them when they are flying no matter where they land. We left him on a narrow ledge high up under the  cornice with his crop full to the throat.

Happy trails, Bob

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Second chick ventured outside the eyrie three feet and returned.

More of Cleve Nash’s photos of “Fly Boy” may be found at
http://tinyurl.com/qakn4lo

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Launch or lunch…?

Posted on May 23, 2013 by Pacific Coast Peregrine Watch
First flight Photo by CLeve Nash

Out of the nest                                        Photo by Cleve Nash

So much for all our predictions, calculations and educated guesses. They are all “out the window,” now that one of the chicks has left the nest. I had expected the chicks to fly on the 1st of June. Although he hasn’t flown yet, this is the normal procedure before flight. Chicks normally fledge on or around Day 44. We estimated that we are at Day 36, so somebody goofed.

This morning about 8:30AM, I arrived at the rock to observe the three young falcons. Seeing nothing around the nest is not unusual. They could be sleeping. Then I caught movement twenty feet above the nest site. One of the young, flapping its wings, ventured out of the eyrie. I watched as it clung to the rock with talons and beak, all the time gaining altitude and flapping vigorously. There are gull nests in every direction and the gulls are not happy about this youngster roaming the neighborhood.

I watched the adult tiercel arrive with prey, the female cacking vociferously and chasing him to make the food exchange. With prey in her talons, she is inbound to the eyrie. The chick that had ventured out of the nest is squealing and flapping and it looks like he’s going to miss a meal.

I’m sure he or she will fly today. Thus is the normal procedure, to climb as high as it can and then jump. They picked a terrible day for learning, with wind gusts up to 55 mph and steady 30-35 mph breeze. This first step is when the young are most vulnerable. If they are able to fly, rarely do they make it back to the eyrie. They usually spend a cold night clinging to a ledge with no siblings for company or warmth. The biggest threat would be a Great-horned Owl. If he or she makes it through the night, with luck I will find him in the morning.
Happy trails, Bob

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Grade point average on calculations has been reduced to C-.

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