Generations

generations
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.
chest
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.
srsly
When he didn’t back down, I got the sense she was actually confused. Like, “Really? We’re going to do this?”
the-scream
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.
tackle
Victory.
attack
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.
defeat
She’d sit far off for the rest of the morning, just hoping he’d leave some scraps.
cantbelieveitsher
Me & BE/40 when he was just a little, baby turd. From A Christmas Nest Story: The Greatest Gift Of All!
screamer
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.