Leaving Home

Well, I certainly hope they leave home soon.

This is one of three, or maybe four, merlin fledglings from the nest in the big spruce next door. The parent (or parents?) still brings them food and every time she arrives they set up a hue and cry that pierces the air on the whole block. I wonder if it's all part of teaching them to hunt. She flies around with her morsel while they shrill and pursue her.

Noisy adolescent neighbours! Sheesh!