Conversations with Wobble*

Feeding time! A parent (I think Dad, but I'm not sure) brings food for the babies. I watched them eat. I watched them poop. I watched them ripping something to shreds.

The adult flies away, while three little faces peer after.

Three little faces, peering. Peering is what hawklets do best.

The other two soon go back to sleep, but Wobble has the world in her sights and is going to look all around for as long as she can. Here, you can see how tawny and golden her feathers have gotten.

Hard to imagine, with her sitting up this proud, that there are two more just like her, completely out of sight below the rim of the nest.

"Whachoo lookin' at, wingless creature?!?"

*I can't really tell the chicks apart, of course. I just assume that the most advanced one is the firstborn.