This
is a re-run from last year (May 20, 2011). Though the images are of
last year's eyasses,
the information is completely relevant as we watch
and worry about how close they are to
the edge of the nest.
Why don't the eyasses fall off the edge of the nest? As the eyasses become increasingly curious about the world out there...
... nervous nest watchers worry as they see the eyasses move closer to the edge of the nest.
Experienced Franklin Institute nest watchers have lived through this twice already, and know that the eyasses manage to stay safe. I asked John Blakeman why this is, and he shared this fascinating information:
But very infrequently, the little eyass backs up too close to the edge of the nest, and simply falls out backwards, all in the good attempt to direct its slicings away from the nest. Frankly, I’ve never encountered this, but it has been reported. I think that when an eyass falls from the nest during slicing, it may have some neuromuscular difficulties. It happens, but rather rarely. We needn’t concern ourselves with it.
But things are a bit different in true falcons. Falcons don’t slice, they “mute.” Falcons are unable to powerfully project their feces (called “mutes”). Instead, a defecating (“muting”) falcon merely drops her mutes beneath her. This has significant results at falcon aeries [nests], which are almost always on a ledge or cliff.
While John is mute, here are some pictures from this week at our nest.
The eyasses still take long naps, sometimes spread out ....
... and sometimes in a cosy clump.
When they are awake, they are on full alert. Here, the tiercel (dad) has just flown off the nest, and they are intently watching him as he flies across the Parkway.
The following are pictures I took
through the Board Room window with a point-and-shoot camera, so the
quality is nowhere near that of Kay's pictures, but it gives a sense of
their growth, and also of the surrounding landscape.
She sees everything, and here she is keeping a very close watch on a passing dog walker. You can see how huge the eyasses' feet are. They have to keep them arranged out in front so as not to tangle in the nest sticks!
The formel is a very intimidating bird up close. I was glad the window glass is thick.....
The eyasses' wing feathers are starting to grow through their fluff...
... and the characteristic chestnut and black banded tail feathers are apparent. The red tail feathers do not appear for the first two years.
That bobblehead has a serious beak! Their eyes are currently jet black, but by the time the eyasses fledge from the nest, their eyes will be a lovely gold in color. The eyes turn back to black when they are mature hawks. Golden eyes are a clear indication of an immature hawk.
The eyasses line up nicely while mom picks off tasty morsels for them...
... and there is no squabbling as she feeds each one.
After eating, they settle down for the afternoon, but it is not long before this eyass decides to play tug-o-war with a rat carcass, yanking on its tail.
They are intensely curious about what is going on behind the window, showing no fear whatsoever.
The tiercel flew in and joined the family for a quick visit. He is noticeably smaller than his mate, and though he is a stone-cold killer, he has a gentler face than the formel.
He brought a nestling - looked like a young robin - pulled it apart, and enthusiastically fed the eyasses.
The nest now has three year's worth of sticks and towers above the wooden frame that the Franklin Institute installed after the haggards' first few attempts at a nest kept blowing off the ledge.
And so ends another great week for the eyasses and their parents. Let's fasten our seat belts and have the valium on hand for when they start hopping and "catching air" and heading out to the ledge!
Why don't the eyasses fall off the edge of the nest? As the eyasses become increasingly curious about the world out there...
... nervous nest watchers worry as they see the eyasses move closer to the edge of the nest.
... and scary losses of balance right at the edge of the nest, four floors up from the concrete sidewalk of Winter Street.
Experienced Franklin Institute nest watchers have lived through this twice already, and know that the eyasses manage to stay safe. I asked John Blakeman why this is, and he shared this fascinating information:
"Actually,
the little eyasses have a pretty developed and strong impulse to stay
down in the bowl of the nest. They don’t rationally know that they sit
precariously at height in a tree or on a ledge. But instinct and natural
selection have left them with good instincts regarding the hazards of
getting too close to the edge of the nest.
However,
Red-tail eyasses do sometimes fall out of the nest, but almost always
during defecation. It goes like this - unlike passerine birds (“song
birds”), Red-tails and other similar raptors do not excrete fecal sacs.
These little bags of feces are lifted out of the nest and carried away
by the parents. This keeps the nest clean, and reduces the discovery
of the nest by marauding predators such as raccoons who would prey upon
the nestlings if discovered by olfactory hints. But in Red-tails, the
little eyasses have an instinct to, as falconers and raptor biologists
say, “slice.” Watchers of the eyasses in The Franklin Institute nest
have seen this. The little eyass stands and backs its tail out toward
the perimeter of the nest. Then, in an instantaneous spurt, the eyass
squirts the “slicings” out over the edge of the nest.
Scott Kemper (2012)
Scott Kemper (2012)
But very infrequently, the little eyass backs up too close to the edge of the nest, and simply falls out backwards, all in the good attempt to direct its slicings away from the nest. Frankly, I’ve never encountered this, but it has been reported. I think that when an eyass falls from the nest during slicing, it may have some neuromuscular difficulties. It happens, but rather rarely. We needn’t concern ourselves with it.
A
word about the “slicings.” In defecation, hawks and eagles are said to
“slice.” The feces are “slicings,” and the remnants in the FI case are
seen as the white stains on the lower edge of the window. Our three
eyasses have nicely sliced on that surface.
But things are a bit different in true falcons. Falcons don’t slice, they “mute.” Falcons are unable to powerfully project their feces (called “mutes”). Instead, a defecating (“muting”) falcon merely drops her mutes beneath her. This has significant results at falcon aeries [nests], which are almost always on a ledge or cliff.
Falcons are known to occupy
aeries for literally centuries. There are Peregrine Falcon aeries in
the UK that have been occupied since the Middle Ages. Actually, they
have probably been occupied for millennia, since the ending of the Ice
Age.
How do we know this? Well,
there is the historical record of falconry, where British and Scottish
falconers have been taking eyasses from these nests as long as falconry
has been in the British Isles, probably from the ninth century or
earlier. But these piles of falcon mutes tell their own story. The same
phenomenon occurs in American Prairie Falcons, in the West. Out there,
raptor biologists have bored down through many feet of ancient Prairie
Falcon mutes and have counted the layers (a new layer each year). Some
of these aeries are centuries old.
A falcon can get away with
this, as mammalian predators of eyasses such as raccoons, weasels,
badgers, and the like, can’t climb around on steep, high cliffs. The
eyasses are safe, even though their aeries can be easily spotted from
afar. Falconers and raptor biologists scan the long streaks and thick
deposits of falcon mutes, the “hawk chalk.” I’ve spent five summers in
the West studying raptors out there, and finding a Prairie Falcon nest
was not very hard. Just scan a long cliff face with a pair of
binoculars and look for the white hawk chalk. Very obvious. (And
obvious, too, to the falcons. New aeries have been created by merely
painting white hawk chalk-like streaks on an empty cliff ledge. Within a
year a pair of Prairie Falcons will often take up residence,
subsequently creating their own hawk chalk.)
About raptor feces. Hawk
slicings and falcon mutes are predominantly white, with a central blob
of darker, more consolidated material. The white, liquidy portion is
primarily uric acid, a concentrated form of the liquid, dissolved urea
found in mammalian urine, including us. We, like most mammals, both
urinate and defecate. Not so with birds, especially our hawks and
falcons. Instead of clearing waste proteins and other nitrogenous
materials with water and dissolved urea (from the kidneys), birds can’t
be carrying around ample amounts of water to make urine. Instead, they
further process the urea their livers create into concentrated white
crystals of insoluble uric acid. That’s the white part of the bird’s
splat on a windshield. It’s concentrated, so as to use very little
water.
The dark part of a mute or
slicing is actual intestinal feces. Because raptors very thoroughly
digest their food, and there is no “fiber” content, there isn’t much
left coming out of the intestines after digestion. Most of what raptors
eat is bone and protein. Hawks and falcons (unlike owls) thoroughly
digest all bone material, so there is no solid bone waste in the mutes
or slicings. The proteins of the prey are completely digested and
eventually end up as the white uric acid — except for feathers or fur,
which is not digested but vomited up each day as a “casting,” or
“pellet.” Castings are the balls of fur or feathers from the previous
day’s meals, expelled through the mouth.
Well, I guess I’ve pretty much sliced up all of that. I’ll now go mute.
–John Blakeman
The eyasses still take long naps, sometimes spread out ....
... and sometimes in a cosy clump.
When they are awake, they are on full alert. Here, the tiercel (dad) has just flown off the nest, and they are intently watching him as he flies across the Parkway.
John
Blakeman tells us that "honing visual acuity is one of the very
important maturation processes that the eyasses are learning while "just
sitting around on the nest." This ability to follow distant objects
moving in the landscapes these hawks live in is a crucial survival
lesson. The FI eyasses are learning those ocular and neuromuscular
skills now. They are learning to visually follow food, something that
will allow them to follow rats and mice when they start to hunt."
Here's the formel looking out across Winter Street and the Parkway with the Vine Street Expressway running underneath.
She sees everything, and here she is keeping a very close watch on a passing dog walker. You can see how huge the eyasses' feet are. They have to keep them arranged out in front so as not to tangle in the nest sticks!
The formel is a very intimidating bird up close. I was glad the window glass is thick.....
The eyasses' wing feathers are starting to grow through their fluff...
... and the characteristic chestnut and black banded tail feathers are apparent. The red tail feathers do not appear for the first two years.
That bobblehead has a serious beak! Their eyes are currently jet black, but by the time the eyasses fledge from the nest, their eyes will be a lovely gold in color. The eyes turn back to black when they are mature hawks. Golden eyes are a clear indication of an immature hawk.
The eyasses line up nicely while mom picks off tasty morsels for them...
... and there is no squabbling as she feeds each one.
After eating, they settle down for the afternoon, but it is not long before this eyass decides to play tug-o-war with a rat carcass, yanking on its tail.
They are intensely curious about what is going on behind the window, showing no fear whatsoever.
The tiercel flew in and joined the family for a quick visit. He is noticeably smaller than his mate, and though he is a stone-cold killer, he has a gentler face than the formel.
He brought a nestling - looked like a young robin - pulled it apart, and enthusiastically fed the eyasses.
The nest now has three year's worth of sticks and towers above the wooden frame that the Franklin Institute installed after the haggards' first few attempts at a nest kept blowing off the ledge.
And so ends another great week for the eyasses and their parents. Let's fasten our seat belts and have the valium on hand for when they start hopping and "catching air" and heading out to the ledge!
I so look forward to each new post. This one was especially detailed and informative.
ReplyDeleteLast Friday, driving past on 21st St. I looked up and saw one of the eyesses stretched up to full height, stubby wings visible surveying the scene below. Thrilling and very cute!
I've lived in Colorado for 56 years, and have my own almost-resident pair of redtails...they nest across the road, but hunt in my pasture, have selected trees for watching for squirrels and prairie dogs, but carry the prey right back to the nest in summer instead of using the dedicated "eating tree." I'm learning so much from these posts, and also love seeing the wing of the art museum in photos to bring back memories of my childhood trips in from Delaware County.
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