We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
They seem to be raising their chicks on pigeons, mostly. Squab is tasty. I've had it several times. Best was with the breast served on top of the liver, with a great liver and sage sauce. I see a sparrow carcass there too. It's amusing to see how the chicks use their future wings as arms.
Thus far, I have seen, in their pantry, meadow vole, bunny rabbit, seagull, sparrow, and plenty of pigeons. No tofu and no vegetables at all.
Parenthood is hard work, and often boring. How loving and devoted are these parents, though? They trade off in warming and feeding the nestlings.
I love these cams.
We have hawks and falcons here in the Samarian hills. It's amazing to watch them hover on the thermals, then swoop down and grab something - usually a wild boar piglet, snake, or hyrax.
Me, too, Ben David. We keep one of them open while working on the more mundane. This one's fun as the bobbleheads are still trying to figure out how to work all their appendages.
We have two "foster" lovebirds in the office that we've hand-fed since they were two weeks old (the breeder had a major pipe burst in his ceiling, so the neighbors took in whatever birds they could manage while repairs are being made). The babies love the cams and fly over to peck at the computer screen. Don't quite get that those little squeakers aren't available to play.