I hear a squawk as I approach the nests. Courting, still? No. It’s a juvenile Yellow-Crowned Night Heron from Nest 1 calling to be fed!
Is crab dinner coming?
I watch bird stop looking and walk to rest in the nest.
Waiting. Waiting.
After about ten minutes, it hops out of the nest and onto a familiar branch and waits some more.
Perhaps realizing that Mama and Papa night-heron are not coming, it stretches into a pre-flight pose.
And flies off.
NOTES
Today's date is June 22, 2019.
I’ve been away from the nests for a couple weeks. The chicks in Nest 1 are now juveniles off exploring the world and hunting (mostly) on their own. Mostly? (I wonder by the calls of this one I photographed.) Perhaps they are still fed in the evening. I’ll check tonight for a “family reunion.”
Nest 2? I see two growing fledglings in the nest.
Nest 3? Mama stands near the nest after an early morning feeding. I hear the tweets of young chicks in this nest, though I cannot see them yet.
