It was somewhat of a surprise to see this young boy beg from this older lady. Especially in the wild, just before the nesting season.
As he circled her and her hard-won meal, I grew increasingly nervous for him. And then, finally, he crossed some line. A line I knew was there… I just didn’t know where. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn’t. Notice the size difference between an adult female and a juvenile male.
When he didn’t back down, I got the sense she was actually confused. Like, “Really? We’re going to do this?”
And before she knew it, he had the advantage in the leg locking wrasslin’ which settles the differences between most Peregrine Falcons. Amazingly, you can read BE/40’s band combo perfectly in this image.
I was so stunned, my heart was pounding. I think I was sweating. Stupidly, I moved the littlest bit, and he focused his intense aggression on me. I’ve been bombed by Falcons before… but never like this. I understood though. This wasn’t any old Falcon. This was BE/40, The Gift.
She’d sit far off for the rest of the morning, just hoping he’d leave some scraps.
Me & BE/40 when he was just a little, baby turd. From A Christmas Nest Story: The Greatest Gift Of All!
Who am I kidding? He was always a little… extra.

I guess I’m kind of proud of you. Kind of? I mean, you need to look out for yourself, but you also need to respect your elders. When the youth come to take the stuff of their elders by force, there is a tear in the fabric of the generations which hold us together in continuity.