Nature`s Harsh Truth

Three weeks later I made the journey again, excited to see the growth of the babies, to discover that there was now only one. Not uncommon it seems. The dominant chick has turfed the other one out, or the parents have decided that there`s only enough tucker around to support the one. Already the fledging had begun, and he (I didn`t know the sex, but for the sake of not calling him "it" I decided he was a boy, and called him "Werner", after a lifelong friend who was struggling with cancer at the time) was exercising his wings and flexing his muscles, at the ripe old age of around a month.