This was the best birdwatching time ever, right behind the wonderful August 26th, 2019 with the female hen harrier.
The chicks were in the air a lot of the time, cruising and turning, pirhouetting and swooping at each other. I felt rather dignified, with them flying overhead each and every time they passed behind the cliffs. At one point a peregrinelet tore loose an entire twig and began flying around with it. It was also extremely funny when they tried to balance on the very tips of trees, or chased each other off good perch spots. the parents weren't here, and the third chick looked at them with almost-bored eyes.