Falchi p. Terminal Tower, Cleveland, OH: Buck&SW
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Ricordo di Zenith - La battaglia delle due dame
Zenith Remembered.
Today is the five year anniversary of the death of Zenith, the female peregrine falcon that occupied the Terminal Tower nest box for nine seasons. She was killed by SW in a territorial battle.
Le immagini che non sono della web cam sono tutte di Scott Wright.
Zenith regnò per 9 stagioni sulla Terminal Tower di Cleveland.
Ogni anno aveva l'abitudine di svernare al sud.
Nella primavera del 2002, proveniente da Gulf Tower-Pittsburgh (PA), era arrivata SW e si era unita a Buckeye. ("SW hatched & fledged from the 37th floor of the Gulf Tower in 1999. Her first mate was her full brother (different clutch) and they had 3 males. SW has been with Buckeye since 2002." Così mi ha scritto Rita Woods).
Quando Z tornò, SW stava già covando due uova. In città si temeva un possibile tardivo ritorno e quella mattina, quando il falcone fu avvistato, si capì subito quello che stava per accadere.
Ma nel cuore di SW non c'era timore: vide la tempesta addensarsi sul suo nido e, senza esitare, lasciò le uova per andarle incontro. Buck prese immediatamente il suo posto e rimase per buona parte del tempo (ripreso dalla telecamera) con il capo levato, per vedere quanto poteva dello scontro. La battaglia delle due dame non durò a lungo. Lottarono, anche atterrando sulla strada, ovunque, senza quartiere, perché erano due alfa, due dominanti, e nessuna di loro si sarebbe lasciata scacciare. SW difendeva la sua nidiata e tutto ciò che amava; Z voleva riconquistare la sua casa e il suo dominio. Le grandi signore del vento non cedono né si arrendono, possono solo uccidere o essere uccise.
Alla fine le punte delle ali immobili di un falco furono viste su un cornicione. Scott, quando raggiunse il luogo e aprì una finestra, riconobbe con dolore il corpo senza vita di Z.
Per motivi che nemmeno lui sa del tutto spiegare, non volle aspettare la squadra che avrebbe recuperato facilmente il corpo dopo qualche ora. Si calò sul cornicione reso sdrucciolevole dalla neve fradicia e dal ghiaccio e, non senza pericolo, prese Z e la portò via con sè. Altrimenti SW non sarebbe tornata alle sue uova, ma sarebbe rimasta lì a volare, gridando contro l'avversaria. Scott non volle descrivere le ferite, ma c'era tanto sangue, comunque era finita e gli uomini erano profondamente tristi. Riporto quanto scritto dai due testimoni diretti di quella terribile mattina. Le loro parole suscitano una grande commozione che io non posso tradurre.
Five years ago today, SW gained control of the Tower City nestsite in a battle with Zenith, the long-reigning female at this nestsite, which ended in Zenith’s death. Zenith was migratory and returned after SW had already laid eggs - so the battle was not only for territory, but SW was protecting her eggs.
On March 28, 2002 Zenith, the female falcon-in-residence at the Terminal Tower since 1993, lost a battle for the nest box to SW.
It was Zenith's habit to leave the area each winter for what we believe was a warmer climate. Buckeye always stayed behind.
In 2000, while Zenith was away, Buckeye mated with Clearpath. When Zenith returned she and Clearpath fought over the territory. The encounter caught the attention of many of the Friday evening workers leaving their offices in downtown Cleveland, as the two females swooped through the skies over Public Square. Eventually, they both landed at the nest box and Zenith killed Clearpath in full view of our camera. That was the first season this falcon cam was operating under the generous support of Macy Hallock and APK Net, Inc. There was only one camera with no saved images, no news posts and no forum. Fortunately, we had the assistance of a local citizen who saw what was happening, called her husband and had him capture the photos, one of which appeared on the front page of The Plain Dealer.
In 2002, SW appeared on the scene while Zenith was away. She mated with Buckeye and laid eggs in the nestbox. We were all very concerned about what would happen when Zenith returned.
Tony Rinicella, an avid falcon fan, happened to be in Public Square the morning of March 28, 2002 and he saw what he feared might be Zenith flying overhead. He contacted me at my APK office via his Blackberry.
According to our saved camera images, when Zenith arrived in the area SW left the nest box and Buckeye took over the egg-sitting duty. We captured images of him spending a considerable amount of time looking up at what was probably the two females.
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Tony Rinicella's account of the battle between SW and Zenith on Thursday, March 28, 2002:
The final Zenith thread: Rest now sweet falcon
I thought I'd be done tearing up by now, but just writing that thread subject brought out more tears again.
I take the Regional Transit (like a subway, only above ground) to work most days. It drops me at Tower City (the mega-mall that is part of the Terminal Tower complex), and I walk across Public Square to get to work. Of course, I'm always looking up in the sky or at the nest, on my way across the 2 city blocks that make up Public Square.
Today, I was a little distracted checking my e-mail on my wireless Blackberry handheld e-mail pager. As soon as I walked out of the front doors of Terminal Tower I heard something. It was a falcon making that ki-ki-ki noise, VERY loudly. So, I bolted across the street to get a better view of the nest. My jaw dropped. It wasn't one Falcon making that noise. There were two! My heart sank, I knew it was Zenith.
All I could see from my vantage point was part of the backside of one falcon and wings. There were wings everywhere, almost like they were beating each other up with their wings. I e-mailed Cecilia from my handheld immediately. "What is happening right now on the cam?". Impatient, 'freaking-out' me, I e-mailed her a second time, "Ceil what's going on!!!!". I replied to one of her earlier e-mails "Zenith's Home!". She replied to my first e-mail "Nothing out of the ordinary, why?". "Zenith's home!", I replied again. "Are you sure?" she asks. (This e-mail pager thing is awesome). "They are fighting right in front of me!", I typed.
The two falcons fell off of the ledge and smack dab into the middle of the street (why do they ALWAYS land in the middle of the street!). I freaked. I ran around a dump truck and saw one falcon on her back, the other on top of her. They stopped fighting for a second, almost as if to say "O my! We're on the ground!". City falcons rarely, if ever, land on the ground. Even if they kill a meal, once it hits they ground they won't go after it.
They broke apart and I lost site of one of them. The other started flying real low to the ground, probably 20 feet up (lower than the nest, another rarity). I saw her fly around one last time, pick up a little speed, then she slammed into the other falcon, who was right above the pedestrian area of Public Square (right above people's heads. Anyone notice? No!).
Again, I could only keep my eyes on one bird at a time and I saw the one I was watching pull up and land on a 2 foot wide ledge on the old (now empty) Dillards building. She stayed there for a second so I tried to find the other one. I saw a blur out of the corner of my eye, and turned just in time to see (at this point, because of what happened later, I now know who was who) SW come in and land on the ledge, where Zenith was.
I saw the flurry of wings again. The ki-ki-ki going the whole time. This went on for an agonizingly long time. Then it got eerily quiet. I knew that couldn't be good. I saw SW's head pop-up for a few seconds. She just stood there. E-mailed Ceil (there was a flurry of e-mail going on between us) "I think one may be dead". Hoping that wasn't true, and not wanting to freak anyone out I e-mailed her again, "Maybe not".
I could not see much, so I ran (I mean RAN) to my building (the tallest in town), up the elevator to someone's office where I thought I could find a telescope. No scope. ARGH! Ran up 2 more flights of stairs to another office, where I KNEW someone had a tele-scope. She was on the phone, and I just bolted right in and grabbed her t-scope. (She's cool and let's me use it whenever I want). I trained it on the spot where I thought they were and I saw them. I only found them for a second because then they dropped ("they" I thought at the time) out of sight.
Thinking they fell to the street again, I bolted back down to Public Square. I couldn't find either one of them. Emailed Ceil "Can't find them!". Then I saw a Peregrine land on the very corner of Stouffers Hotel (looking back, a perfect place for her to see the nest and the dead falcon). E-mailed "Found one, fightings stopped for now". I looked to the Dillards ledge where they were fighting. I thought I saw just the very tips of two wings. I even went and walked up one of the fountains on Public Square (they are shut off now) to see if I could get a better look. No, same two little tips.
A few minutes later, Scott showed up. I was looking for him because Ceil told me he was almost there. I swear he came out of my back pocket! (Comic Relief). I told him what happened and showed him where the wing tips were. Falcon guru that he is, he immediately said "Those are falcon wings!". We went up to to the law firm that the nest is outside of, and opened a window to get a better look.
It was a falcon. We went to the owners of the building and they hooked us up with someone that could take us into the now defunct, locked Dillards building. I hoped it wasn't my girl. Eggs, or no eggs, it's no secret that Zenith is my favorite, and I hoped it wasn't her. I couldn't remember her band numbers and asked Scott. "Black band, and the letters" (which I still can't think of at the moment), he told me.
We got the window open and Scott looked outside (here come tears again)....
"It's Z....".
I won't tell you the next few words that came out of his mouth, suffice it to say that he was quite upset. Her tail feathers were under some wiring that runs along that ledge, and me and Scott wonder if those wires played a part in her demise.
He went out on the ledge (mr. acrobat) and brought her in.
Scott doesn't go into details about falcon injuries or deaths and out of respect for him and Z, I won't either. She was in bad shape, already dead, and bleeding badly, is all I will say in a public forum.
I touched her talons and looked at the bands, if only to confirm with my own eyes that it was Z. I touched her belly, and it was just like I always figured it would be (as I've never touched a P-bird). Very soft, fluffy, and (still) warm. I whispered, with tears in my eyes "bye baby girl".
Scott said "She's no baby girl". Well she is and always will be, to me.....
It bothers me to think of how far she might have travelled (Central, maybe South America) just to die here in Cleveland.
RIP sweetheart. You will be missed.
I saw SW flying around at about 2:30, very briefly.
On the way home (back across Public Square) I stopped to see if I could find SW. Finally, I did see her, 50 stories above the city buzzing the Key Tower building. She circled it a few times, wings stretched wide, hardly flapping. I saw her flap a few times and she came to a landing, nearly on the peak of the tallest building between New York and Chicago (Key Tower). It was almost as if she were saying...
"This is my town now.............".
-------------------------------------------------------------
And from Scott Wright:
A final Goodbye
I now can post my report.
This morning she was picked up by the Ohio Division of Wildlife after a weeks stay in my freezer (much to the disaproaval of my wife) I could not post to the community with her still a chillin in my fridge.
I had spent 9 years getting to know her, I spent more time with her than with my wife durring nesting time.
How can I discride her?
She was a devoted mother and a vericous defender of her nest and nest mate.
Can anything be done to prevent something like this from happening again? NO! Nature must take her path and Humans can only assist when a bird is injured or worse.
She had over 30 young in 9 years, one year she laid 7 (seven) eggs, I could not find the exact number of offspring she had but I am also counting the two young that died before fledging.
Her passing touches me deepley, and words can not describe the true sadness I feel touching me.
Yes she was an wild creature, and I say I do not form emotional attachments with them, but I spent several thousands of hours with her and her chicks/fledged young.
I have rescued many young from certan death after they have landed in the street and she has greeted me at the window upon the return of her wayward offspring, and she has given me
I bare the scars of her tallons on my left arm from the time I helped remove a week old chick that had died in the nest.
I had a bond with her that is had to define, a love hate relationship that crossed the bounds of Human, Falcon limits.
So yes I was attached to her, I knew her very well.
In a way I was secretly wishing she would not return as I knew what the out come would be when she did return.
Why did I risk my life to retrive her lifeless body?
I can not realy asnwer that question, but I can offer a few thoughts that were going on inside my thich skull.
I can say that I could not let her sit on that ledge waiting for ODW to come and get her, when they would have done so is anyones guess.
I called them as soon as I had her and they said they would send some one to pick her up, yet 5 hours later I ended up taking her home to my freezer (this in now way is ment to be a critical observation on the ODW or the ODNR, just an observation to help you all understand why I did what I did)
She holds a special place in the State of Ohio Peregrine Restoration, and I knew that she would at some point be mounted and placed in a place of honor and used to inform and enlighten people on the majesty and bueaty of the Peregrine falcon.
I had to get her back inside, the longer she sat out on the ledge the longer the new female would be away from her eggs, she would continue to watch and vocalize above her.
So I went out, not a very smart idea. I had to drop four feet down to a ledge I could not see, find the ledge with my feet and not trip over the electric cables (3 of them) housed at the very edge of the ledge.
With Tony and Dan holding my right hand I leand out as far as I could to grab her with my left arm, I was able to get her even though the ledge had a melting layer of ice and snow.
Why do the female fight? Well they protect the nest and fight for the male, Males will do the same and fight for the nest and the female. Natures way.
I am saddened by the turn of events, and know that Falcon life will always go on, but some how a part of the history of the Terminal Tower nest site will always carry the name Zenith.
Remember her well, and may her many offspring carry her name for many decades yet to come.
Scott
SW con le sue uova
Today is the five year anniversary of the death of Zenith, the female peregrine falcon that occupied the Terminal Tower nest box for nine seasons. She was killed by SW in a territorial battle.
Le immagini che non sono della web cam sono tutte di Scott Wright.
Zenith regnò per 9 stagioni sulla Terminal Tower di Cleveland.
Ogni anno aveva l'abitudine di svernare al sud.
Nella primavera del 2002, proveniente da Gulf Tower-Pittsburgh (PA), era arrivata SW e si era unita a Buckeye. ("SW hatched & fledged from the 37th floor of the Gulf Tower in 1999. Her first mate was her full brother (different clutch) and they had 3 males. SW has been with Buckeye since 2002." Così mi ha scritto Rita Woods).
Quando Z tornò, SW stava già covando due uova. In città si temeva un possibile tardivo ritorno e quella mattina, quando il falcone fu avvistato, si capì subito quello che stava per accadere.
Ma nel cuore di SW non c'era timore: vide la tempesta addensarsi sul suo nido e, senza esitare, lasciò le uova per andarle incontro. Buck prese immediatamente il suo posto e rimase per buona parte del tempo (ripreso dalla telecamera) con il capo levato, per vedere quanto poteva dello scontro. La battaglia delle due dame non durò a lungo. Lottarono, anche atterrando sulla strada, ovunque, senza quartiere, perché erano due alfa, due dominanti, e nessuna di loro si sarebbe lasciata scacciare. SW difendeva la sua nidiata e tutto ciò che amava; Z voleva riconquistare la sua casa e il suo dominio. Le grandi signore del vento non cedono né si arrendono, possono solo uccidere o essere uccise.
Alla fine le punte delle ali immobili di un falco furono viste su un cornicione. Scott, quando raggiunse il luogo e aprì una finestra, riconobbe con dolore il corpo senza vita di Z.
Per motivi che nemmeno lui sa del tutto spiegare, non volle aspettare la squadra che avrebbe recuperato facilmente il corpo dopo qualche ora. Si calò sul cornicione reso sdrucciolevole dalla neve fradicia e dal ghiaccio e, non senza pericolo, prese Z e la portò via con sè. Altrimenti SW non sarebbe tornata alle sue uova, ma sarebbe rimasta lì a volare, gridando contro l'avversaria. Scott non volle descrivere le ferite, ma c'era tanto sangue, comunque era finita e gli uomini erano profondamente tristi. Riporto quanto scritto dai due testimoni diretti di quella terribile mattina. Le loro parole suscitano una grande commozione che io non posso tradurre.
Five years ago today, SW gained control of the Tower City nestsite in a battle with Zenith, the long-reigning female at this nestsite, which ended in Zenith’s death. Zenith was migratory and returned after SW had already laid eggs - so the battle was not only for territory, but SW was protecting her eggs.
On March 28, 2002 Zenith, the female falcon-in-residence at the Terminal Tower since 1993, lost a battle for the nest box to SW.
It was Zenith's habit to leave the area each winter for what we believe was a warmer climate. Buckeye always stayed behind.
In 2000, while Zenith was away, Buckeye mated with Clearpath. When Zenith returned she and Clearpath fought over the territory. The encounter caught the attention of many of the Friday evening workers leaving their offices in downtown Cleveland, as the two females swooped through the skies over Public Square. Eventually, they both landed at the nest box and Zenith killed Clearpath in full view of our camera. That was the first season this falcon cam was operating under the generous support of Macy Hallock and APK Net, Inc. There was only one camera with no saved images, no news posts and no forum. Fortunately, we had the assistance of a local citizen who saw what was happening, called her husband and had him capture the photos, one of which appeared on the front page of The Plain Dealer.
In 2002, SW appeared on the scene while Zenith was away. She mated with Buckeye and laid eggs in the nestbox. We were all very concerned about what would happen when Zenith returned.
Tony Rinicella, an avid falcon fan, happened to be in Public Square the morning of March 28, 2002 and he saw what he feared might be Zenith flying overhead. He contacted me at my APK office via his Blackberry.
According to our saved camera images, when Zenith arrived in the area SW left the nest box and Buckeye took over the egg-sitting duty. We captured images of him spending a considerable amount of time looking up at what was probably the two females.
-----------------------------------
Tony Rinicella's account of the battle between SW and Zenith on Thursday, March 28, 2002:
The final Zenith thread: Rest now sweet falcon
I thought I'd be done tearing up by now, but just writing that thread subject brought out more tears again.
I take the Regional Transit (like a subway, only above ground) to work most days. It drops me at Tower City (the mega-mall that is part of the Terminal Tower complex), and I walk across Public Square to get to work. Of course, I'm always looking up in the sky or at the nest, on my way across the 2 city blocks that make up Public Square.
Today, I was a little distracted checking my e-mail on my wireless Blackberry handheld e-mail pager. As soon as I walked out of the front doors of Terminal Tower I heard something. It was a falcon making that ki-ki-ki noise, VERY loudly. So, I bolted across the street to get a better view of the nest. My jaw dropped. It wasn't one Falcon making that noise. There were two! My heart sank, I knew it was Zenith.
All I could see from my vantage point was part of the backside of one falcon and wings. There were wings everywhere, almost like they were beating each other up with their wings. I e-mailed Cecilia from my handheld immediately. "What is happening right now on the cam?". Impatient, 'freaking-out' me, I e-mailed her a second time, "Ceil what's going on!!!!". I replied to one of her earlier e-mails "Zenith's Home!". She replied to my first e-mail "Nothing out of the ordinary, why?". "Zenith's home!", I replied again. "Are you sure?" she asks. (This e-mail pager thing is awesome). "They are fighting right in front of me!", I typed.
The two falcons fell off of the ledge and smack dab into the middle of the street (why do they ALWAYS land in the middle of the street!). I freaked. I ran around a dump truck and saw one falcon on her back, the other on top of her. They stopped fighting for a second, almost as if to say "O my! We're on the ground!". City falcons rarely, if ever, land on the ground. Even if they kill a meal, once it hits they ground they won't go after it.
They broke apart and I lost site of one of them. The other started flying real low to the ground, probably 20 feet up (lower than the nest, another rarity). I saw her fly around one last time, pick up a little speed, then she slammed into the other falcon, who was right above the pedestrian area of Public Square (right above people's heads. Anyone notice? No!).
Again, I could only keep my eyes on one bird at a time and I saw the one I was watching pull up and land on a 2 foot wide ledge on the old (now empty) Dillards building. She stayed there for a second so I tried to find the other one. I saw a blur out of the corner of my eye, and turned just in time to see (at this point, because of what happened later, I now know who was who) SW come in and land on the ledge, where Zenith was.
I saw the flurry of wings again. The ki-ki-ki going the whole time. This went on for an agonizingly long time. Then it got eerily quiet. I knew that couldn't be good. I saw SW's head pop-up for a few seconds. She just stood there. E-mailed Ceil (there was a flurry of e-mail going on between us) "I think one may be dead". Hoping that wasn't true, and not wanting to freak anyone out I e-mailed her again, "Maybe not".
I could not see much, so I ran (I mean RAN) to my building (the tallest in town), up the elevator to someone's office where I thought I could find a telescope. No scope. ARGH! Ran up 2 more flights of stairs to another office, where I KNEW someone had a tele-scope. She was on the phone, and I just bolted right in and grabbed her t-scope. (She's cool and let's me use it whenever I want). I trained it on the spot where I thought they were and I saw them. I only found them for a second because then they dropped ("they" I thought at the time) out of sight.
Thinking they fell to the street again, I bolted back down to Public Square. I couldn't find either one of them. Emailed Ceil "Can't find them!". Then I saw a Peregrine land on the very corner of Stouffers Hotel (looking back, a perfect place for her to see the nest and the dead falcon). E-mailed "Found one, fightings stopped for now". I looked to the Dillards ledge where they were fighting. I thought I saw just the very tips of two wings. I even went and walked up one of the fountains on Public Square (they are shut off now) to see if I could get a better look. No, same two little tips.
A few minutes later, Scott showed up. I was looking for him because Ceil told me he was almost there. I swear he came out of my back pocket! (Comic Relief). I told him what happened and showed him where the wing tips were. Falcon guru that he is, he immediately said "Those are falcon wings!". We went up to to the law firm that the nest is outside of, and opened a window to get a better look.
It was a falcon. We went to the owners of the building and they hooked us up with someone that could take us into the now defunct, locked Dillards building. I hoped it wasn't my girl. Eggs, or no eggs, it's no secret that Zenith is my favorite, and I hoped it wasn't her. I couldn't remember her band numbers and asked Scott. "Black band, and the letters" (which I still can't think of at the moment), he told me.
We got the window open and Scott looked outside (here come tears again)....
"It's Z....".
I won't tell you the next few words that came out of his mouth, suffice it to say that he was quite upset. Her tail feathers were under some wiring that runs along that ledge, and me and Scott wonder if those wires played a part in her demise.
He went out on the ledge (mr. acrobat) and brought her in.
Scott doesn't go into details about falcon injuries or deaths and out of respect for him and Z, I won't either. She was in bad shape, already dead, and bleeding badly, is all I will say in a public forum.
I touched her talons and looked at the bands, if only to confirm with my own eyes that it was Z. I touched her belly, and it was just like I always figured it would be (as I've never touched a P-bird). Very soft, fluffy, and (still) warm. I whispered, with tears in my eyes "bye baby girl".
Scott said "She's no baby girl". Well she is and always will be, to me.....
It bothers me to think of how far she might have travelled (Central, maybe South America) just to die here in Cleveland.
RIP sweetheart. You will be missed.
I saw SW flying around at about 2:30, very briefly.
On the way home (back across Public Square) I stopped to see if I could find SW. Finally, I did see her, 50 stories above the city buzzing the Key Tower building. She circled it a few times, wings stretched wide, hardly flapping. I saw her flap a few times and she came to a landing, nearly on the peak of the tallest building between New York and Chicago (Key Tower). It was almost as if she were saying...
"This is my town now.............".
-------------------------------------------------------------
And from Scott Wright:
A final Goodbye
I now can post my report.
This morning she was picked up by the Ohio Division of Wildlife after a weeks stay in my freezer (much to the disaproaval of my wife) I could not post to the community with her still a chillin in my fridge.
I had spent 9 years getting to know her, I spent more time with her than with my wife durring nesting time.
How can I discride her?
She was a devoted mother and a vericous defender of her nest and nest mate.
Can anything be done to prevent something like this from happening again? NO! Nature must take her path and Humans can only assist when a bird is injured or worse.
She had over 30 young in 9 years, one year she laid 7 (seven) eggs, I could not find the exact number of offspring she had but I am also counting the two young that died before fledging.
Her passing touches me deepley, and words can not describe the true sadness I feel touching me.
Yes she was an wild creature, and I say I do not form emotional attachments with them, but I spent several thousands of hours with her and her chicks/fledged young.
I have rescued many young from certan death after they have landed in the street and she has greeted me at the window upon the return of her wayward offspring, and she has given me
I bare the scars of her tallons on my left arm from the time I helped remove a week old chick that had died in the nest.
I had a bond with her that is had to define, a love hate relationship that crossed the bounds of Human, Falcon limits.
So yes I was attached to her, I knew her very well.
In a way I was secretly wishing she would not return as I knew what the out come would be when she did return.
Why did I risk my life to retrive her lifeless body?
I can not realy asnwer that question, but I can offer a few thoughts that were going on inside my thich skull.
I can say that I could not let her sit on that ledge waiting for ODW to come and get her, when they would have done so is anyones guess.
I called them as soon as I had her and they said they would send some one to pick her up, yet 5 hours later I ended up taking her home to my freezer (this in now way is ment to be a critical observation on the ODW or the ODNR, just an observation to help you all understand why I did what I did)
She holds a special place in the State of Ohio Peregrine Restoration, and I knew that she would at some point be mounted and placed in a place of honor and used to inform and enlighten people on the majesty and bueaty of the Peregrine falcon.
I had to get her back inside, the longer she sat out on the ledge the longer the new female would be away from her eggs, she would continue to watch and vocalize above her.
So I went out, not a very smart idea. I had to drop four feet down to a ledge I could not see, find the ledge with my feet and not trip over the electric cables (3 of them) housed at the very edge of the ledge.
With Tony and Dan holding my right hand I leand out as far as I could to grab her with my left arm, I was able to get her even though the ledge had a melting layer of ice and snow.
Why do the female fight? Well they protect the nest and fight for the male, Males will do the same and fight for the nest and the female. Natures way.
I am saddened by the turn of events, and know that Falcon life will always go on, but some how a part of the history of the Terminal Tower nest site will always carry the name Zenith.
Remember her well, and may her many offspring carry her name for many decades yet to come.
Scott
SW con le sue uova
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è proprio una tatona!
:D
:D
Non bisogna giudicare gli uomini dalle loro amicizie: Giuda frequentava persone irreprensibili! (E.M.Hemingway)
http://www.provediemozioni.it/index.php ... ale&id=234
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SW (by Scott Wright)-
Sonia
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povera!
da Joice sia foto che commento:
Terrible weather conditions - OMG!! I sure hope everything will be okay.
da Joice sia foto che commento:
Terrible weather conditions - OMG!! I sure hope everything will be okay.
Non bisogna giudicare gli uomini dalle loro amicizie: Giuda frequentava persone irreprensibili! (E.M.Hemingway)
http://www.provediemozioni.it/index.php ... ale&id=234
http://www.provediemozioni.it/index.php ... ale&id=234
(cam images by Heidi and Nora)
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Giovanna
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Shift change at the TT...
Buckeye says, "I'm outta here!"
SW looks mighty proud of those eggs...(Allison)
Cambio della guardia: Buck se ne va. SW sembra molto fiera di quelle uova.. :D
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Non c'è più neve nel nido :!: :D
Le uova sono sane e salve.
Dice Mrs.Fraley di SW:
"Regal and proud and protective."
And sleepy.. :D
Buckeye says, "I'm outta here!"
SW looks mighty proud of those eggs...(Allison)
Cambio della guardia: Buck se ne va. SW sembra molto fiera di quelle uova.. :D
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Non c'è più neve nel nido :!: :D
Le uova sono sane e salve.
Dice Mrs.Fraley di SW:
"Regal and proud and protective."
And sleepy.. :D
- São aves cheias de abismo,
Como nos sonhos as há.
- Fernando Pessoa
Como nos sonhos as há.
- Fernando Pessoa
:D
(posted by Nora)