Chichester Peregrine Blog

Yesterday afternoon I walked around the cathedral to find nothing again.  After 10 minutes both parents returned from the north, making a lot of noise, one of them carrying prey into the NW turret – their favoured ‘dining room’ this year.  The other adult sat on a pinnacle, keeping a very close eye on the horizon, and her mate.  I saw a few feathers float out of the turret, but not a lot – plucking was apparently very half-hearted.   Then the observing parent moved and sat on top of the turret, squawking loudly.  After a few minutes of this, dad emerged, carrying the pigeon which still had most of its feathers, and one wing.  He flew eastwards, flapping madly to try and gain height with his burden, eventually catching a thermal and circling in a gradual northerly direction.  I hoped to see the juveniles come in and take their dinner, but he disappeared out of sight, presumably to pass it to them over an open field where they were waiting for him.

Sunday afternoon, dad was sitting in his favourite spot high on the spire, and mum flew in, landing on the base of a pinnacle.  She looked worried and very alert.  She kept peeking around the pinnacle as though looking for something, or someone.  None of the juveniles were in sight.  Where were they?  She squawked loudly at dad, and he obediently (though rather unproductively) moved and sat on the edge of the nest turret, looking in at the empty nest.  Now she was happy that he was keeping a lookout for their youngsters, she was able to have a rest so went to sleep.  He sat, wide awake, looking out for the kids to return.  After about half an hour, he gave up and dropped to the narrow ledge below the balcony & turret, sheltering from the wind.  Mum moved up to his favourite spot to take over lookout duty, and nothing had changed when I left.  I heard later from a friend that the juveniles did all return safely, and somewhat noisily.

Yesterday I popped by for half an hour early evening, and saw precisely nothing.  Not a single peregrine, not even dad.  So, today I didn’t bother with the afternoon or evening, and decided to catch them at bedtime.  I arrived at 9.10 and ran from the clock tower because I could hear them squawking.  There were two chasing each other over the north lawn and trees.  They soon perched and I saw that one juvenile was sitting on the east side, and two on the north.  Our boy was next to one of his sisters who was picking at some scrap of food.  The fourth girl flew round from the other side, squawking, and tried to knock her siblings off their perches, succeeding with one of the girls.  Then an adult arrived with a decent sized meal in its talons.  That’s when it all kicked off – the three girls all flew around trying to catch the adult, and making an absolute racket (sorry neighbours!).  They were zooming around the cathedral and over the street, then the adult landed on the narrow ledge below the NW turret and two of the girls went back to their perches.  The third flew alone for a while before deciding to try and steal the food.  She swooped on the adult, but failed.  Then she tried to knock her brother off his perch, but he held fast, flapping his wings to steady himself.  She landed on the west where she stayed (presumably sulking) for a few minutes.  Then she took off again, circling around the south, and coming back round towards her brother – I thought she was going to push him again, but she quietly came in to sit beside him, and returned to her previous occupation of picking at the scrap she’d left there.  The adult meanwhile was still on the ledge, eating its supper.  When the lights around the cathedral went off at 10.00, there was no movement – they all seemed content sitting on their perches in the dark and rain.

Again we waited for a couple of hours or so in vain for the peregrines to give us a show.  Dad sat in view for a long while, and did show off with a short bit of fancy flying.  However, the juveniles kept a very low profile sitting on the shady sides of the cathedral.  On my way home, I saw all four of them perched, two looking very cosy on the east central pinnacle.  Were they feeling camera shy, or were they just sheltering from the wind?…

We hung around for a good 3 hours or so this evening, and saw virtually nothing.  Dad was sitting high on the spire.  Two of the juveniles made a couple of brief appearances, one (no. 36) carrying a small meal into a turret.  Otherwise, there was absolutely nothing.  Perhaps they can sense a storm brewing…  Did you see them today?  If so, please add a comment and let us know where they were and what they were up to.  Thanks!

Yesterday evening was very warm again.  The peregrines all flew around periodically, sometimes swooping, grappling and playing.  Mostly they sat in the shade, or with their backs to the sun.

Mum brought in a small meal at one point – she sat on a pinnacle and started to pluck it, when no. 36 (the same one who bullied her brother at the weekend) stole it and took it into a turret for herself.  She’s certainly not short of confidence!

One of the juveniles flew quickly around the cathedral from east to south, and almost collided with a pigeon going the other way.  After a moment to regain her composure, she changed direction and chased the pigeon, stooping low to try and catch it.  The pigeon lived to see another day.

Just before sunset, five of the birds were flying, and came back together, four of them almost landing on top of each other on the NW turret.  What a sight!

What an evening!  It was still very hot at 5.30 today, and the peregrines were obviously feeling it.  Two were visible (dad and our young boy), with their wings held out from their bodies, and their beaks open to keep as cool as possible while sitting in the sun.  I hadn’t been there long when dad took off and tried to catch a pigeon on the cathedral.  No luck.  Shortly afterwards, a female juvenile took off and had a go at another pigeon, missed, so went for a third, chasing it around for a while.  My bet was on either no. 36 or 37.  When she landed, I got a clear view of her ring – number 34!  Go girl!  She’s obviously overcome her timidity and let her instincts take over.  What a great show!

Dad later perched on the narrow ledge below the balcony, and a pigeon almost landed next to him, hesitated, thought better of it, then tried again, almost landing on top of him.  It seemed perplexed and landed instead on the green roof below, ruffling its feathers in confusion.  Dad sat for a moment, then swooped for the pigeon, narrowly missing it.  Apparently he objected to being attacked by a pigeon!

We saw dad and juveniles having a few more goes at pigeons during the evening, none successful.

Just as I was leaving (9pm), having packed up my telescope, four peregrines noisily flew in to the cathedral, circling round.  Dad landed with prey and proceeded to pluck it while the others continued flying.  Then one of the juveniles flew in carrying a scrap, presumably passed to her by mum.  Supper at last!

I arrived at lunchtime to see one of the juveniles happily circling around in the thermals, along with three herring gulls.  Presumably her siblings weren’t interested in playing so she found some new friends!

Over the next hour or so, the four juveniles all perched on the North and East blind windows, so for a while I had all of them in view together, and dad sitting on his favourite spot on the top tracing of the spire.

Later, one of the youngsters carried prey onto one of the towers above the cathedral entrance, and proceeded to pluck it.  For well over half an hour there was a flurry of feathers drifting off there.  She wouldn’t have caught the prey herself – it would’ve been passed to her in mid-air by one of the parents as part of the hunting training.  She was obviously enjoying her prize!

We did see a bit of group flying and tumbling over the cathedral and the town, but it was mostly a quiet day – too hot for a lot of activity!

I arrived yesterday to a lot of squawking from a juvenile sitting on the west balcony, then dad emerged and the juvenile dropped down.  I assumed there was food in there.  He perched where he could keep an eye on the juvenile in the balcony, and we could keep an eye on him.  After a while, the juvenile, our boy no. 35, emerged with an extremely full crop and sat in one of the castellations to have a nap.  Suddenly, one of his sisters popped up and sat next to him.  We all thought that was lovely, siblings sitting together for a rest after dinner.  No.  It wasn’t his friend, no. 37, it was in fact no. 36.  She started pecking at him, at his face, his beak and his feet.  Perhaps she was trying to clean him up after dinner, but it looked a bit brutal, almost as if she was trying to eat him (I don’t think she was…).  He didn’t look impressed.  He put up with it for a while then turned his back on her.

Meanwhile, dad had dropped into the balcony for a share of the dinner he’d presumably brought in earlier.  Our boy, having been woken up by his bullying sister, was obviously somewhat grumpy (can’t blame him!) and started squawking loudly at dad (he couldn’t be hungry, his crop was so full!).  He dropped down and the squawking continued for a moment, then dad rushed out and perched on the lower tracing on the spire – not an easy place to perch, and probably beyond the landing abilities of the juveniles.  He sat there in safety for a long time afterwards.

The whole family were out this afternoon, then my wait was rewarded by a lone juvenile returning to the cathedral and hovering level with the top of the spire for a few moments, circling round, then going back out to join the family.  A short while later, she (no. 36) came back again and perched on a west pinnacle.  She was soon joined by her sister (no. 34 – the last to fledge) who sat just below her.  They enjoyed the sunshine for a while, then no. 36 flew off, leaving no. 34 alone looking very worried and ultra-alert.  She sat looking around with a slightly panicked expression, and tried preening herself, but couldn’t relax.  Thankfully, a few minutes later as the 5.00 bells were ringing, the parents both returned, mum carrying food into the NE turret.  Both girls squawked excitedly and sat on top of the turret while clouds of feathers flew out from the dinner being prepared.

I don’t know where the other two juveniles were during that time, apart from a couple of minutes of hunting practice over the cathedral before they disappeared again.  One managed to grab hold of the other’s back in mid-air, but let go (whew!), then they spotted two pigeons flying together and headed after them.  They followed them around, ‘hunting’ side by side for almost a minute – at one point, both pigeons were above the peregrines.  I don’t think they’ve quite got the hang of it yet, lucky they’re still being fed by mum and dad!