Monday, May 31, 2010

Flight Training

 

flight training

 

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.

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