The first of the Season for the group have appeared at the same eyrie yet again (they like to get it done and dusted early it would seem)
Having watched them incubate over the past couple of weeks we had estimated the date of the first Eyass to be around the 24th of April, and as it turns out on a Visit on Wednesday 22nd the Falcon was still sitting tight, when she left for a short spell to stretch her wings, you could tell she had just finished a long stint; she looked stiff and a little fed up as she circled the cove. Within two minutes she was back though, a mum’s work is never done ‘or so I was told!’
The next visit on the 25th (as this is of course all voluntary, if only it was paid employment) proved a joyous occasion. On arrival, and glassing over the eyrie she almost had a smile. You could just tell it had happened, within minutes she was forced to reveal a new bundle of fluff, or at least a wing or thigh (who can tell from 200+Metres through a scope with cam attached)
Next a head, also an egg, still yet to hatch. How many? the mind starts to wonder. Two hopefully, that would be nice ( as it was raining hard by now). Thirty minutes Peregriinning (this I believe is now a real word, I have used it on many occasions and like minded people don’t bat an eye) passes quickly no matter the weather. The equipment is getting looked after more as I remove my hat to ensure water does not reach the camera as leaning over is no longer enough. (yeah right)
She’s calling; her mate has arrived with food and has gone to pluck the quarry. She is agitated, calling across the cove, restless but still dutiful in covering the young eyasses. He is taking to long and we all need food I guess is her thought, as she awkwardly lifts herself over the white fluff. then she departs the eyrie (on a mission) a big smile (this time from me) yep two, their bodies huddled together to maintain warmth. Nope wait, is it?, yes it is, there is a third and still one unhatched.
Three confirmed, and Egg (Thats the BTO NRS record card sorted). She is a brute when ripping the meat from the carcass, and then so delicate in the way in which each hungry youngster is fed; only a little at a time. You have to say Nature is just Brilliant.