The oldest one left the nest yesterday and spent the day being blown about by the hot northerly wind. This morning he has moved higher up the tree closer to the nest.
Renee’s son who has mated with Beryl (or thinks he has) is this year feeding the chicks and changing their nappies. Just saw him feeding a chick but when Renee approached with a beakfull of food he went into the helpless chick mode and tried to get fed.
The next chick in line is starting to explore the nest branch and the youngest is just enjoying all that extra space and sleeping a lot without being constantly being hit on the head by others flying practice.