Singing after the bath
- Crone
- 2 days ago
- 1 min read
Three times, I think, I scared him away from his sunbathing. See how he can open out his feathers? Maybe it encourages the parasites to move making them somewhat easier to preen away?
He sang in between preening sessions, making sure the neighbourhood knew that he was there and this place was his place.
This morning, he was singing as Falca "cheeped". He flew down and they perched face to face on a twig. She begged, wings fluttering, like a chick. He puffed up his red breast and head crest. I had seen him feed her a few days before.
This seems to be another round of courting, so I don't think there is a new clutch of eggs yet.
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