June 25th: He Incubates, She Hunts
11:00 - 12:20
Cloud disappearing to warm sunshine, slight winds easing to still.
As I arrived, having just admired nearby juvenile Swallows, said Swallows were alarming sofltly. Turned to see a Hobby off hunting not far away. It had passed unseen, overhead.
From her "bulk" I could see it was the female: she flew leisurely, riding the air and circling, accelerating on swept-back wings, gliding and swerving.
She gained height as the Swallows, and now Swifts, marked her position, even when below hedges or trees, as she gradually made progress south-west.
Suddenly, like a dart falling, she was stooping near-vertically - perhaps at finches or sparrows on a hedge. But a minute later she was back up and continued away - until I lost her over my house!
From the nest's viewpoint I could see the male sitting. The first time I've knowingly seen him on the eggs.
And as the sun came out that's how things remained for another forty-five minutes.
As I packed up to go - inevitably - this signalled the female's return. She was low and approaching slowly, saw me beyond the hedge and curved unpanicked further east. Fantastic close views as she eyed me back.
Thinking she was going back to her nest I backed up to the viewpoint, but, before I got there she continued north over the tree and caught a large insect and ate on the wing, drifting out of of sight as she did so.