We’ve spent so much time with the Wayward Fledgling that one might think we’ve forgotten the other two young hawks. In fact, we hadn’t really heard much from them for the past couple of days…until today. And actually we did hear them before we saw them.
We followed the sound onto a roof on Ave. A and came upon one hawk standing in a beautifully industrial setting.
We couldn’t have asked the hawk to pose better…
Kate Moss eat your heart out.
It seemed as though the hawk was alone there until we noticed another little head nearby. This hawk was a lot more hidden (much like Banksy).
A while later, we came back to check on the hawks and one already had some food, while the other had none.
Christo visited the nest to kill a rat he had hunted, presumably for the second hawk.
As he flew over to encourage the has-no-food-yet hawk to join him on the roof, the has-food-already hawk started squealing and crouching over its food to protect it. We believe the squeal roughly translates into: “There is no way in hell I’m sharing this so back off.”
Fortunately, there was enough to go around. Although, we have to say, this is quite a different culinary experience than just a month ago.
Soon after, the hawks settled in on the church roof for some time to rest and digest.
An update on the Wayward Fledgling: It was last seen in the park at 9am this morning. It was preening and moving from branch to branch. We know Christo went to hunt in the park in the early evening so we’re hopeful that things are going well.