A lone Red-tail stood at the edge of the building. I wasn’t sure who this was, but upon closer inspection, it was Mama.
Minutes later, another Red-tail zoomed unto the Cross (Papa) and I heard a familiar juvenile wail.
Yep. Blynken was there and had something in his talons.
I wasn’t sure if Papa hunted it for Blynk, but nonetheless, it’s breakfast. Papa watched as Blynk started to…
Don’t Play with your Food!
Whoops! Awwww, dang.
See what happens when you don’t listen to your folks? 🙂 Kids.
In case you were wondering, Blynk DID get back his breakfast.
Happy Labor Day y’all!