Last year, when my friends Lulu and Ten-S discovered that I needed a waitering job so that I could continue my plan to leave teaching and go back to school, they really came through for me, directing to a friend of theirs who was a co-owner of a great restaurant in Evanston, a suburb north of Chicago.
They also told me to look out for the family of Peregrine Falcons that had taken up residence on the roof of Evanston's main library, across the street from the restaurant. I finally saw one of them a couple of weeks ago. I was able to get one grainy shot of one of them.
Today, however, I got a much closer camera shot of one of them. One of the offspring had flown out of the nest, but panicked and settled on a ledge on the building the restaurant is housed in.
Unfortunately, the bird's sibling had failed to fly and had fallen fatally earlier in the day.
It was fascinating to watch the mother falcon try to coax it's child to fly. It was perched on a column of the library, across the street, flapping its wings, perhaps demonstrating to her offspring what to do. People gathered to watch it told me that she had flown down earlier with food in her mouth to try to get it to fly back up to the nest. When I left work at about 9:30 tonight, the baby falcon was still on the ledge. I'm hoping it works up the courage to fly back up to the nest.