It was just yesterday that I photographed Mr.’s beautiful family…three babes and his lovely Mrs.
However, last evening held a huge wind storm and a driving rain. This morning held no cries and demands from the nest. I noticed as I was pouring my first cup of coffee. It appeared that Mr. and Mrs. were hanging onto the duct tape searching into the nest, when an angry male (actual Mr.) swooped in with tremendous aggression…the female flying away and the male battling with Mr. and falling to the ground. Mr. then moved in to his territory…but, alone. It was such a sad sight. I’m imagining that some situation was encountered in the night that left Mrs. fighting on behalf her young ones. For some reason I’m not imagining a positive outcome and I feel a sense of loss.
Dad made himself as large as he could at the entrance to the nest all morning long and still calls out redundantly from the eve’s trough. Instinctively, his role has disappeared. I wonder how long before he accepts his loss.