Aug. 11th: She Kills A Magpie!
Thanks, Bobby. I don't think the mode of transport will hinder you! You know your patch well - so if they're there I think you'll find them if you search.
Spent three hours down there today.
I'm running out of superlatives to describe the behaviour of these falcons - but today I'll try to give a feel of the action again.
All quiet as usual to begin with. One of the Hobbies (female likely) was perched close by. The male sneaked in at one point and I might have missed some prey being brought: as suddenly both were there and the female going for a crow family that had dared land in the nest tree. The crows soon left.
Then, with a call I've heard before - a "let's go hunting" beseeching keening from her - and both were up, powering away upwind until hundreds of feet up.
The hunt began.
Both in bin view most of the time - keeping perhaps 50 feet apart - they circle and glide, sometimes accelerating towards Swifts that keep their distance. Then away to another part of the sky - specks in the grey.
Suddenly they're off again at speed: on a shallow slope downwind - half-closing wings and then rowing primaries until they were doing, I'm sure, 150 mph. plus. Circle again, drift downwind, now high above me; and off again to stoop at prey. I lose them behind a tree.
Ten minutes later she is perching on the perch tree, but restless and moving corvids on. Then to a perch two hundred metres from the nest, where she can watch over it.
Woodpigeons move constantly - then a Magpie flies to the nest tree. The Hobby takes off from her perch and sweeps towards the nest. The Magpie is now heading towards the falcon, which flies rapidly under it. As she draws level she spirals up towards the Magpie and a foot claws out. They pass in opposite directions - but the Magpie is dead, falls like a stone to the field, out of sight. In the blink of an eye the strike could have taken place twice; thrice. It was as if it didn't happen - that's how quick.
The Hobby appears to go down to where the Magpie had fallen - frustratingly I can't get a sight from my viewpoint. Fifteen minutes later, leisurely, she circles lazily to the perch where the attack began. Presumably she has fed on the Magpie - but did not take it to her young - perhaps too heavy to shift?
Though I wait patiently for another half hour she is still on the outlook perch, peering around her, alert, as I leave.