I have seen the mornin' burnin' golden on the mountain in the skies
Achin' with the feelin' of the freedom of a falcon when she flies
Kris Kristofferson

The timing of the flight of the young Brown Falcons was always going to be a bit hard to predict, and based on previous experiences, I was unsure where the young would be shepherded off to.

As I walked into the area near the nesting tree, I spotted the female on a branch about another 300m down the track. Perhaps she was waiting for a food delivery. I came through the trees and stopped near the nesting site. It was quiet. Very quiet. No sign of the young among the pine tops or branches

After a few minutes the distinctive cry of one of the young came from a treeline off to my right. So, they had moved.
A bit of relocation through the undergrowth and I came to a likely tree, and then one of them called again, and way up on a high branch, there it sat, with what seemed to be the remains of a Silver Gull. More searching through the tree and higher up, there was the second one.
They didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move about, but at least they were now fledged.
I left them in peace.

The following morning, was one of those great photo days, the sun just appearing over the horizon as I left home, and a beautiful blue sky.

A quick look around the nesting tree and the other tree where I’d seen them the day before, and… no sign. But it wasn’t long before I heard a young cackling call from down near the area I’d seen the female the day before.
Yes, they had moved about 500m though the trees. One of them was on the ground when I came around the treeline. It seemed completely un-fussed by my presence and just kept walking over the mound of bark mulch.
I kept a respectable distance back and waited. The other bird was sitting on a large pile of old logs in the sunshine. They were in no hurry, nor I so I pulled out a morning cuppa and waited to see what might occur.
Two bike riders passed by on the track nearby and I’m sure they didn’t see the little Falcon not more than about 10m from the track. With a radar head-turn it followed them, but again didn’t seem perturbed by their passing.
Somewhat emboldened by that I moved up along the treeline to about 20m from the pair. They were relaxed and so I was able to sit with them for then next 15-20minutes and observe their activities. I guess for them everything is new. So as long as I didn’t make an attempt to get too close they were more interested in all the things around them than my sitting in the grass near a tree.

For the remainder of these postings, I need to set up a working premise.

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Please Note.
Under no circumstances were these birds encouraged, called in, feed, or interfered with.
We are in the open, nearby, no hides, or attempts to 'sneak up' on them.
It is their choice to fly in, Their acceptance is their choice. 
I was taught by Jon Young, a native American tracker/trainer, to "build connections"with birds.
Each encounter was at the discretion of the bird.

We are beginning to build a treaty. They have said. 'yes', I am ready to move away if they stress.  
No Photo is worth Stressing a Bird

I've said before on the blog, "If a bird flys, for any reason, because of my actions, then I consider the treaty has been broken, and I'll make every effort to not repeat that mistake."
i need to put this upfront, because as time progresses, and their skill level increases we were invited to share some significant moments with these two.