My next-door neighbor’s oldest son is home, having just completed his advanced training in the USAF. Ernest is now an Airman First Class and a Crew Chief on a B-52 bomber; a plane we have been flying since before he was born. There has been a steady stream of family and friends over there all weekend.
While that has been going on, the hawks that nest in a pine tree between our homes have started a flight school of their own.
All day Saturday, the pair flew a constant shuttle of food to the nest – more food and more often than ever before – then yesterday, instead of landing on the nest, they would fly to a spot a few feet away on one of the limbs that support the nest, attempting to lure junior out of his comfort zone. There was a lot of discussion, squeaking squealing and squawking, but not much else going on.
Today – the shot above was taken just before sunrise – Mom and Pop are perched on a limb about ten feet above the nest. I’m pretty sure that, if they stick to their guns, we’ll see their young one today.