By 6:30 AM, it was fully hatched, and at two days younger, is noticeably smaller than the other two.
All three eyasses looked alert and interested in getting fed as a rain-bedraggled dad brought in breakfast.
After the youngsters were fed, it was time for the parents to share leftovers.
Mom then took off leaving dad in charge.
He quickly settled down on the eyasses to keep them warm on this cold, wet morning.
The formel soon returned, ready to resume her nest duties as soon as the tiercel left to go hunt...
... but he appeared to have no intention of leaving - and really, who could blame him on such an ugly wet morning?
The more she glared down, the flatter he seemed to get. It was a stand-off!
She appeared to screech at him...
... and in response he turned his back on her!
When she moved farther around to try to get him up...
... he turned his back some more.
Finally, she tried some head butts...
... and eventually she shoved him off.
And order was restored.
Time for a mid-morning snack. #1 and #2 are ready to roll, but #3 is sleeping face down, recovering from the hours of exertion it took to get out of its shell.
A little later, Dad brought in a mouse...
... and this time, all three were eager to eat. Here's #3 getting to the front of the line, finally.
The parent hawks are somewhat victims of their nest-building enthusiasm. The nest bowl is so deep this year that it is difficult to fillet the food up on the rim, then reach all the way down to the tiny eyasses.
Several times today, the formel almost overbalanced as she reached down, and there would be a sudden wing flap as she recovered.
It has been interesting to watch her hone her technique of stepping down different sections of the nest bowl.