It’s been such a privilege having a view to these babies from their first vulnerable days on the ground as fledglings, to their first flight (huge relief), to their new life in the trees and sky, gaining skills and understanding by the day. They’re still gawky at times with their perching and balance. They’re still learning how to make a quick and deft escapes to the trees if a person or dog comes by. Their persistent, whining hunger calls worry me at times because — if you’ve ever heard them — they sound like big trouble alarm calls when, in fact, they’re just begging mom and dad for food.
There was one fantastic incident early on that sticks with me. On the day the second fledgling took flight and landed in a tree for the first time, a huge flock of crows flew in shortly after. They filled every tree and filled the sky with excited chatter. I said to Hugh, do they somehow know this baby took flight and came in for a send off? The timing was that perfect.
It was the only day this flock showed up, and I loved the coincidence of that crow party. It felt celebratory and as happy as I felt knowing that baby was now safely flying and off the ground.