After all, all of the births of our young native raptor friends in the past few years had occurred in March at the latest. These birds looked awfully small, perhaps it was a juvenile dress rehearsal, if such things even happen in the avian world.
In addition there were some very strange looking additions to this nest, which has been used for generations upon generations of birds in the Santa Margarita River valley. Puffballs and bits of red scrap, what else? Eggshells?
Last year we had two chicks, the year before three. I stopped on the bank in the middle of the high and winding dirt road that overlooks the canyon and the very tall sycamore. I put my 300mm on my nikon, just a tad short. By the time I got to my vantage, the father had split.
I took a flurry of shots. Enlarging them in Lightroom allows me to see many delicate interactions between the birds that I could not see from my distant perch.
Doug is going to let me borrow his sharp 400mm lens for a while. I promise you we will get some pictures!
These will have to do for today. Lovely chicks, no?