BlackRockArt
Staff
After battling the Bay Area's brutal afternoon traffic jam for an hour, I finally arrived at my local park where a family of white-tailed kites has nested.
The fledglings grow quickly, with the father kite flying further afield to hunt for voles and squirrels. As evening drew in, I could hear the coarse calls of the young kites echoing through the park. Suddenly, the father kite swooped in, dinner - a vole - clutched in his talons.
The kids swiftly took to the sky, their father patiently hovering in mid-air as they tried to grab their meal. It took the young kite three attempts to secure the dinner; usually, it only takes two.
This family has five siblings, and so far, only three have been fed for the day. I can hear the frustrated calls from another unfed sibling echoing around the park. Watching this spectacle unfold before my eyes is truly fascinating.
The fledglings grow quickly, with the father kite flying further afield to hunt for voles and squirrels. As evening drew in, I could hear the coarse calls of the young kites echoing through the park. Suddenly, the father kite swooped in, dinner - a vole - clutched in his talons.
The kids swiftly took to the sky, their father patiently hovering in mid-air as they tried to grab their meal. It took the young kite three attempts to secure the dinner; usually, it only takes two.
This family has five siblings, and so far, only three have been fed for the day. I can hear the frustrated calls from another unfed sibling echoing around the park. Watching this spectacle unfold before my eyes is truly fascinating.
