John Barber
Well-known member
All's Well In Hobby Land
18.40 - 19.40
A nice benign evening to venture out.
Unusually, apart from pigeons flying endlessy backwards and forwards - many probably owing their lives to H's weekend endevours - absolutely nothing was happening; no sign of the Hobbies
For forty minutes or more I scanned the skys, occasionaly, momentarily mistaking a far off swift for a far off falcon. Sometimes you can look too hard.
I turned my attention to the nest tree, not much happening, a chicks head and back occasionally visable. Then all of a sudden, that Ke Ke Ke call.
I decided to leave my binoc's trained on the nest, hoping an adult might make a brief appearance with some food. Then without warning, and totally unexpectedly, a hobby came in from the left and right simultaneously, meeting at mid point right in front of the nest tree. Collision seemed inevitable but at the very last moment both birds arched upwards into parallel trajectory. A brief tumble - another classic food pass. I've marvelled at the Red Arrows in years gone by, but they are as but nothing in comparison.
Both birds then disappeared to the right, the area they use to pluck their food before feeding the chicks.
It's just a case then of setting the watch - will it be three minutes before the female takes the food to the nest, or will it be four .
Four minutes it is. Right on cue. And suddenly the chicks seem to take on baby penguin proportions through my enfeebled optics. Another feed.
And so I left them too it. As I said, all's well in Hobby land, very well indeed.
18.40 - 19.40
A nice benign evening to venture out.
Unusually, apart from pigeons flying endlessy backwards and forwards - many probably owing their lives to H's weekend endevours - absolutely nothing was happening; no sign of the Hobbies
For forty minutes or more I scanned the skys, occasionaly, momentarily mistaking a far off swift for a far off falcon. Sometimes you can look too hard.
I turned my attention to the nest tree, not much happening, a chicks head and back occasionally visable. Then all of a sudden, that Ke Ke Ke call.
I decided to leave my binoc's trained on the nest, hoping an adult might make a brief appearance with some food. Then without warning, and totally unexpectedly, a hobby came in from the left and right simultaneously, meeting at mid point right in front of the nest tree. Collision seemed inevitable but at the very last moment both birds arched upwards into parallel trajectory. A brief tumble - another classic food pass. I've marvelled at the Red Arrows in years gone by, but they are as but nothing in comparison.
Both birds then disappeared to the right, the area they use to pluck their food before feeding the chicks.
It's just a case then of setting the watch - will it be three minutes before the female takes the food to the nest, or will it be four .
Four minutes it is. Right on cue. And suddenly the chicks seem to take on baby penguin proportions through my enfeebled optics. Another feed.
And so I left them too it. As I said, all's well in Hobby land, very well indeed.
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