Over two weeks out of the nest, both of the young Falcons were getting the hang of working on the ground.
I’m not sure if it’s planned by the female, -does she have some way of telling?- but the young crickets and grasshoppers were also emerging and giving the young birds both plenty of foraging practice and also some high quality food.
The adult food supply chain was now reduced to only occasional top-ups.
They were also beginning to explore out beyond their home zone. And each day we found them working in different parts of the paddocks.
One morning while walking in, scanning the usual resting spots, there was no sign of the birds. We stopped on the trackside and looked through the trees. Not a feather.
We were just about to move on and consider our next move, when a rolling cackle came from just behind. I turned around and there was Max sitting on a rock at the edge of the track. Hiding in plain sight. I’d been so busy looking ‘up’ that I’d missed him so close. After introductions, I moved around a tree to get off the track and give him some space. He sat.
A couple of bike riders came down the track toward us. Max sat, then gazed at them, and decided it was too much of a risk and he took to wing down the track and over their heads. They didn’t seem to look up or recognise a falcon had just flown past them. I doubt they even saw him.
The grasshoppers provided quite a bit of entertainment, and the young birds quickly became adept at chasing them and pinning them to the ground. It became quite frantic on a few occasions, and suddenly, as I peered through the viewfinder a falcon would rush toward me, growing bigger and bigger in the lens.
I’ve included two shots of Max dropping down from a building to see what Mary was doing. The interesting thing is the frames are about 1/10th of a second apart. But if you look carefully you’ll see that he has changed the entire shape of the wing to match the job of landing. I knew birds have control of the wing feathers, but he seems to have been able to fold them up in a special setting to whiffle from the building.
Enjoy

“Hey, I’m over here!”

with bike riders approaching




to be sure she doesn’t miss out

They also discovered that ants were a most disagreeable snack

The folded up wing is quite intriguing.



You two really became part of the family. What a well-deserved privilege. Thanks for sharing some of that great experience with us.
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Amazing to see the feather control so clearly as Max whiffles down,
A wonderful series of images to view, David!
I guess they learn quickly what is to their taste!
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Astounding photos close up David. I love the captured looks or stares that these young one give, and how wonderful that they know and trust you both now. It is a lovely series of them seeking food and resting. I love your open wing captures they are a beautiful bird visually, one of my favourite raptors. Hope it is not too wet and cold down there as it is here, more wet at present and no birding proceding.
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A real pleasure to follow your journey with these magnificent raptors, David. The photos you’ve chosen are outstanding and I love being able to look at them so closely. The last one is simply disarming.
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