Had this ready to go and then got side-tracked last night and overlooked the Publish button.
The young Hobbies had flown. Three hungry mouths on the wing.
It is interesting to observe them in the nest. Too big to just settle down, too young to actually be out and about.
After lots of wing practice, hanging on to the nest, and exploring the close branches, they seem to have full knowledge of what is required, but the connection between flapping and letting go is not made.
Then, it’s seems, almost on a whim, they turn, flap, and are aerial. Not that it’s great flying, mind you, straight lines mostly, and of course the challenge of slowing down enough to grab onto a branch for security.
Presumably they were airborne the day before we arrived, as they seemed to have settled to the jobs at hand. Dad was still bringing in food, Mum organising it and distibuting in an even manner.
Three perfect little carbon copies.