The continuing saga of the Brown Falcon at nest.
She had come out to meet her mate for a food exchange. Where this is actually taking place, and where she is dining is a bit of a mystery to me, as the surrounding thick pine trees block any view once they come down to the tree-line.
But once she has fed, she seems to favour a perch near the nest, I guess to keep an eye on what’s happening, and also to preen.
However, the same tree also is close to a Willie Wagtail nursery. And both Willies came out in force to make the point she is not welcome. Gotta give Willies “A” for pluck.
If after the usual flyby chatter doesn’t work, then its time for hands on aggression, as the male found out as he was returning with the food.
Willie attached to his back and proceeded to peck his head as both flew past.
Then when she returned they began in earnest to move her along.
The stakes are high for both birds, so it’s the immovable object verses the irresistible force. And in the end, the Falcon will give ground.
High drama for both birds, the wagtails with their young charges to protect, and the Falcon with her commitment to the yet to be hatched egg.
Here is the moment by moment action.
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