Eyasses, ie baby falcons, grow from their hatching weight by about 23oo% in their first month, according to the peregrine group. I saw one today, now an adorable vaguely-birdlike white fluff ball with those round black eyes, picking up its foot and looking at it like, wow, what’s this? before plonking straight down on its beak.
Banding will be bright and early Monday morning. Glenn Stewart from UCSC will rappel down the cliff-face of City Hall in San Jose two stories down to the nestbox ledge. The babies will be too young to get away from him but already their full size, thus he’ll be able to put the correct and comfortable size bands on their legs. (With a hard helmet on as the parents whizzz by on the fly.)
And then the cameras will start chasing the little ones for ankle zooms as they waddle around their enclosed ledge.
The correct size in my hands has been 4.5 mm this past week. I think, after that shawl I wanted so badly to get done and get given away but that took three weeks to do–even though that turned out to be the most right thing and the most right timing–I had a pent-up desire to Get Stuff Done. 402 stitches a row? I did 15 rows yesterday. Nineteen more to finish the knitting part? Break out the icepacks again, it’s done. The cast-off’s tomorrow.
Bright and early, because my other yarns are ball-banding together and calling out, Knit me! Me!
Next thing you know, some of them will be flying off to someone else, too. Who and which and when, I’ll just have to listen and find out.