The Yawning Kestrel
This year Kestrels have again nested at my workshop – using the Barn Owl nest box. About a month ago I had thought I heard the smallest chick sounds, and since they have got louder, and the stomping in the box more frequent. In fact, these chicks have been the noisiest I have known – really screaming for attention – I can hear them from the lane before I arrive.
Only yesterday I learned that there are at least three. Two are quite bold and are happy to sit in the nest box entrance watching me, the other one just showing a beak. Mind you, there’s not much room at the entrance, so they seem to take it in turns to look out and call urgently to the parent birds for the next meal.
There’s lots of stretching, scratching, and preening going on – all signals that a first flight is going to be very soon. Of course, this is a tiring business, growing and preparing for launching into the sky, and sometimes the best thing is a quick snooze.
Initially, I thought that the open beak was the beginning of another shrill calling bout, or for preparing to regurgitate a pellet, but on each occasion it happened, the bird closed its eyes and appeared to have a short sleep. It was, I think, a yawn!
What an experience it is to watch these young kestrels.
One of the very first sculptures I ever carved in stone was a Kestrel and it may be time to make another based on this characterful family.