July 28th. Chicks Start Begging Sounds
14:15 - 15:45
Cool, cloudy, showers, light winds blustering stronger at times.
House martins were alarming before I got anywhere near today. Then I switched the car radio off - and switched them off too. 'Twas only the bucolic 'Archers' sound effects! (not that I was listening to The Archers you understand!).
Anyway; as I limped along the track something bade me pause. Looking ahead I saw the male Hobby circling around the trees in front. He then began diving at a crow, and screeching all the while.
By the time I could see the nest he was away on a hunt to the north - quickly disappearing from view - but a Mexican wave of hirundine panic along the far horizon showed his progress.
And at the nest? At first nothing. Then a chick bobs up and has a look over the edge! Female nowhere visible.
A quarter of a soggy hour later and in comes the female, low and carrying a small bird: possibly Linnet or sparrow, judging from the colour. A bee-line to the nest - and the feeding began. Both young, now growing visibly day by day, standing high in the nest, were being fed by mother.
After that she stood by for a while; one chick flapped stubby wings - showing feathers through the down. Both look dark-masked now.
The female left, but a couple of minutes later, after a sky-scan for him revealed nothing, she was back. Strange.
'Scoping the nest again I could see she was tearing at another prey item - so had he come in? I couldn't see him.
I decided to find him.
Making my way along a hedge for fifty yards - then saw him on a tree under the 'perch tree', sitting upright and beginning a preen. Clearly he'd come in from the back, she had taken his prey, and I'd missed it all.
But what was that sound? A quietish series of begging noises reached me - I could see him (he was watching a Kestrel hovering nearby) - no bill movement - so it must be the young crying to their mother.
As the next shower began I left him to his preen and the young to their second meal in the hour.
On the radio Linda Bellingham was just finishing a story.