This is pretty well it. All chicks are fledged now and I may try and get some free-flight snaps of the youngsters to post but essentially it’s finished ...
A quiet moment in the sun
A quick starling delivery ...mantled, dismantled, and bolted ...
Chilling out ...
How popular can a starling be ...?
Got all directions covered
Preening as beak-to-beak nibbles still sometimes occurs
We have lift-off ... even if only for 1m ... but the camera is malfunctioning
Itching to go ...
Some serious competition happens
So, swearing can fix a camera ... streamlining and the waterproofing bloom now apparent
Except for the stockiness, this could be mistaken for an Australian hobby
Getting the good oil
Very dignified except for the starling scrap
A languid stretch ... note how much longer the wing is now
Stalking a blowy
See this starling ... it’s coming for ya
Dad looks frightened of being mugged
Hang the waiting ... I’m off ...
... really I am ...
Maybe tomorrow ...
Another gentle moment
Getting very casual with the edge now ...
Asleep with the beak under the wing ... from the back
A frantic mantle over breakfast. One chick fledged yesterday ... at 44 days-old ... and she can intercept food deliveries ...
A bit of preening ...
... and a ruffle
... and a crap off the edge
... and the slightly older one is ready to go
The classic wide-shouldered build is very obvious in this quiet moment
Early summer exercises ...
... and a preen
The far bird is dismantling a starling ... while the other begs, hoping for another
An undignified scramble as another is delivered ...
... and taken to the back ledge where a kill bite is applied instinctively ... needed or not ...
... then eaten as the other, relaxed waits, the orange beak shows this starling is an adult
... with her two sisters gone and no doubt intercepting food, the third screams like a banshee
Not a skerrick of down and nicely proportioned, the wings have about 3cm and the tail about 1.5cm to grow
Deliveries of takeaway juvenile starlings are more than enough
The recalcitrant is still there at the crack of dawn ...
... but now she’s gone; confirmed by telescope
Taking advantage of the empty-nest syndrome ... mum arrives to clean up scraps ...
THE PEREGRINE FALCONS ON TASMANIAN TIMES: