Since about this time last year, I have been watching a webcam of a nest of Peregrine Falcons on the top of the campanile on UC Berkeley's campus. This time of year is breeding season, so I watched last year as eggs were incubated, hatched, and chicks were raised by the resident campanile pair, Annie and Grinnell. Here's their website, where you can find the webcams and other information about the falcons/links to their social media. And here's a direct Youtube link to the nest cam; there are also two other cameras aimed at other areas surrounding the nest box.
One thing I really enjoyed about watching as the chicks grew, raised by Annie and Grinnell, was a sort of existential reflection on life and "carrying on". Falcons are approaching as different and separate from humans as an animal can get (I would compare to a dog or a raccoon, for instance, where they're clearly not human in any sense, but we live more closely with them, and they resemble the way we look/live more, even just as fellow "four-legged" mammals.) With this in mind, as I watched Annie feed her three helpless babies, and I watched those babies grow, reaching for the chunks of pigeon meat that their parents dangled above their mouths, I felt a certain sense of the completeness and continuity of life. What compels these birds to nest and raise these broods? There is an intense attention and protection Annie and Grinnell display during this time, although I don't believe that this continues past the moment when the child birds leave the nest. It's almost business-like, since we "know" that these birds don't care for each other or for their children past an instinctual level. That aspect of it, though, is what made it so touching for me. Like, life continues--and there is an instinctual aspect to all this, to continuing on (not just as an individual, but the life on earth itself). In addition, falcons are carnivores, and they eat primarily other birds (the campanile birds eat a lot of pigeons), so there's that aspect too, of life and death, so closely tied together.
As I mentioned earlier, it's breeding season, so Annie had laid two eggs with Grinnell by the end of March, and we were expecting a third (I don't know that much, but I think three must be an average size for falcon broods. Last year there were four eggs, and three of them hatched). Then there was some tragic news; on March 31st, Grinnell was found dead in Berkeley. I have to admit I was hit pretty hard by this news--not devastated, or anything, but I did shed a few tears for Grinnell, and for the potential loss of the brood, since Annie wouldn't raise a brood by herself. Grinnell had been living atop the campanile for several years, and had raised several broods with Annie (they were mated, and I don't know the extent of what this means to falcons, but they were "living together" and raised several chicks together over a period of years). It was tragic news to the falcon cam watchers.
It's been ten days since then, and a "New Guy" has started wooing Annie (and she's laid another egg since Grinnell died, which is a good sign). From what I understand, another falcon coming in during breeding season and "adopting" the previous partner's eggs is uncommon but definitely not unheard of. At this point, I think we can be sure that Annie and New Guy will be incubating and hatching the eggs together--he's been incubating them, and been delivering prey to Annie (and she's been eating it). I'm so relieved by this personally--I loved watching the nest last year and was honestly really looking forward to it--and it's exciting to see New Guy get involved with the eggs and with Annie, since he has different behaviors than Grinnell did.
These birds continue to give me perspective as well as interest and entertainment, which is more than I can say for a lot of my past times. I'm sad and longing for Grinnell, but happy and hopeful for the future of the brood and for "New Guy" (who is supposed to get an official name sometime soon).
As a bonus, here's a tweet from today about a behavior called "loafing" and a falcon fact--male peregrine falcons are called "tiercel"s, which comes from the fact that they are about one third smaller than the females.