Every night before heading home, I check all the usual haunts, particularly a large dead tree in a paddock a few hundred metres from (and within clear sight of) the nest box. This was the tree in which our three youngsters used to congregate last year.
But every night, there was no luck until tonight. Fortunately, they were both there, so I could be sure it was Marragaay.
I crept a bit closer (keeping a wary eye out for the parents, and sheltering under a large yellow box), Marragaay was originally in a different (live) tree then flew to the dead tree to join her brother and looked every bit a peregrine in flight. Well fledged!
I’ll sleep well tonight.
Bali is the first photo and is higher up in the tree.