Baby bird update.

I had a dream the third hawk baby died, mid-hatching. I woke up and rushed to the computer, just in time to see Mama hawk feeding the babies. Baby #2 is now bobbling and eating, actively, and Mama does a good job alternating between the two so that both get fed. I think they will be fine. Egg #3 has a clear hole in it, so hatching is underway, but no chick, yet.

I poured myself some cereal and we all ate breakfast together: me with my granola and soy milk, hawkies with their strips of fresh mouse julienne.

Feeding Time!

Number three is hatching! The hole in the egg has turned into a line,
and while mommy fed the other two chicks, number three pressed on his
shell enough to wiggle out one pathetic little stumpy wing and wobble it
all around. We have one wing free! Soon he'll be out, all the way.

In the meantime, chicks #1 and #2 squabble over the mouse bites, pecking
each other even though they can barely hold up their heads. They have no
table manners whatsoever!

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My dream was false: baby three is out and relaxing. He still has a curve of eggshell stuck to his butt, but when you look into the nest, you see three fuzzy chicks and the broken shell the last one clawed his way out of.

I got to watch a baby hawk chick hatch, today. That makes a pretty good day, in my estimation.