Family hunting picnic?

The box has been partially empty this morning, although Xavier has been dashing in and out, at one time bringing food.  He sat and waited for nearly half an hour before giving up and leaving with the grisly lump.

Yesterday afternoon I spent some time searching for the youngsters, my every move watched carefully Diamond

 

I found both our young females cruising through the woods, seeming quite at home with short, but competent flights.   At one time a couple of red wattle birds (large honeyeaters) landed nearby, but she obviously doesn’t recognise them as food as yet.   We also noticed a galah wing under the youngster’s roost area, but couldn’t find much else in the very long grass.

 

No sign of Vim yesterday, but Tiffany saw a youngster trying to land on the concrete slope just below the top of the tower this morning, so that could well have been him.

We went out and had a look just now (3 pm local time), but there was no sign of anyone, so we wondered if they had gone on a family outing, Hunting 101, perhaps.  First lesson:  your food is alive, bird-shaped and on the wing, not provided by Mum for much longer.

I might see them on my way home this evening.