Sorry for the previous truncated post about yesterday morning â€” I once again fell asleep while writing, which is bound to happen after a long day in this heat. Now where was I? Oh yes, four falcons flying over and around the building, with John, Dominique and myself trying in vain to keep track.
When the action slowed down, we took stock of which chick ended up where. Or tried to, anyway. We thought at least one was one the roof, but couldn’t be sure. Tim arrived for his shift (and swore he’d come 15 minutes early the next time, so as not to miss out) and set out to find Amber. He soon found her on the edge of the roof of the lower building, but at some point she disappeared from view. By this time, Pauline had arrived as well. The adult falcons came and went, and Tim spotted a sleeping chick on the roof above the east side of the main building. But we couldn’t tell which one, and various walkie-talkie batteries were starting to fail.
We spent the next several hours trying to determine if Amber was still on the lower roof or had flown up to the main roof (that darned cloaking device again!). Someone saw a chick on the SW corner of the main roof, but by then we couldn’t see the one on the east side. And at one point the one on the east woke up from a flattened sleeping position, and another falcon soon joined it on the roof edge. But without a scope, we couldn’t tell for sure that they were both chicks. We were reasonably certain that Amber was no longer on the lower roof, on the ground or in a tree, so she must be one of the birds on the roof, or somewhere else safe but out of sight. We hoped Data was on the roof as well, but considering his enthusiasm for flying and his parents’ apparent lack of enthusiasm for feeding him generously, we would not have been surprised if he’d flown off to find his own meal!
There was little to do but wait and hope we would eventually confirm seeing the two chicks at the same time.
Tim, John and Pauline left in the early afternoon, and Frank and Gillian took up their posts while I went home for lunch and a brief nap. By the time I returned two and a half hours later, they were sure they had seen both chicks and the adults. Being stubborn and worried by nature, I wanted to see it with my own eyes. Amber came into view on the SE corner, Gillian left for the day, Nancy arrived, and we persuaded Frank to take a break. With the Falcon Watch down to two, Amber decided it would be a good time to fly again. She took off from the roof and raced around the building. She’s like a boomerang, curving around tight corners at full speed, except she never comes back to where she started. I realized the futility (once again!) of running after her to keep her in view, and waited until Frank returned to do a falcon census of the building. Eventually the birds cooperated with our head count: After posing on the security camera arm on the SE corner, Rowena chose a perch on the south face, as did Ivanhoe and Data, while Amber ambled in and out of view on the SW corner.
All evening, Amber worked diligently on her ledge-landing technique. She repeatedly took off from the roof, flew way too fast past the ledge where Data was, doubled back, missed again and ended up too high. Each time, she would be forced to land on the roof again. After a short break, she’d try again. She gets points for perseverance and stamina â€” unlike Data, she didn’t look tired in the least after all that flying. Finally, she landed on a ledge â€” not with Data but on the west face, where at least she’d be sheltered from a possible thunderstorm overnight.