torsdag 23 april 2015
It is day 12 and the chicks have already started to open little slanted eyes. One cannot help but marvle at the astonishing growth rate.
Out of six eggs, five hatched, or maybe one chick didn't survive the fierce competition.
It is a pity that I have to press the camera button blindly, but the nest is too far up for me to be able to see what I am aming at. And I need to be quick. The parents do not approve of me coming too close - let alone the black enemy in my hands - and Rickard has already started to fluff and make short, sharp alarm calls.
So I retreat to my corner by the door, and None comes up to fill her pouch. Still wary.