Update for Saturday, April 13, 2024
Saturday was cold and blustery, with icy rain intermingling with wet snowflakes. The wind was relentless. As usual, the falcons reveled in the gusts, effortlessly soaring into the canyon after their incubation shifts, with no need for wing flapping.
Just like the day preceding it, Ares graciously provided Astrid with a meal. Delivering what appeared to be a blackbird to the long perch, she accepted it gracefully from the crossperch. With her prize in tow, she glided effortlessly to the hotel, where she had her brunch.
Typically, when one falcon remained at the nest, their partner kept a vigilant watch from the State Building, surveying both the nest site and the surrounding territory. Without fail, whenever one falcon departed from their watchful post, the other would emit a brief series of squeaking vocalizations. These calls served as cues for us to promptly check the cameras for any activity unfolding.
