Toronto - Don Mills and Eglinton - Amexon

Cathy and I arrived by 8am, resigning ourselves to a long day and hoping for clearer skies than the previous day. Thankfully our wishes came true. Very windy at times but clear overall.

Flynn was where we left her, still in the tree. A relief. Cathy moved to check the nest ledge and food was brought in to Logan around 9:30. All good there, we could both focus on Flynn’s wrestle with the pine needles.

After quite some time she finally moved UP to a more open branch, and bopped up and down in the wind, finding moments to preen and rip out the last remnants of fluff. Finally up on top of the branches, she could stretch her wings unhindered.

Alarm calling from parents alerted us to not one, not two…SIX turkey vultures, enjoying the thermals, and coming over our way and a little too low for Chester and Milli’s liking. Off they shot to “escort” the curious visitors out of Amexon building site. It worked for a little while but back came two, persistent and very low. Lower than the roof building and making for the nest ledge! That brought the parents back over and Cathy joined them below, yelling up at them to “get away! stop that!” Which subsequently brought a passerby jogger out of the Eglinton sidewalk tree border to check all was OK (much to our amusement later, but apologies to Mr Jogger if he thought a human was in distress!)

OK TVs off, all quiet (even the birds harassing Flynn). She eventually made an awkward flappy flight (literally a hop skip) to the nest building, hanging on to the wall doing “the bat flap” before coming to rest on a ledge below. Phew. Now if the forecasted storm came over she’d be safe on a ledge (lucky for us, that never happened but the wind really picked up at times and this no doubt prevented Flynn from attempting to fly across to another building). She screamed for food whenever she saw a parent fly over. Two days without food now. A very HANGRY juvie!

At some point we needed to check on the nest ledge. Mark and Marion joined us for a while and Cathy took the opportunity to move to the best spot for nest ledge watch. Nothing. We spent the late afternoon and evening taking turns checking the ledge, and walking around the immediate area where we saw the parents flying over. By dusk we realized that another accidental fledge must have happened. Turkey vulture spook? Crazy high wind? We don’t know but the parents made regular flights over a particular area and we closed the watch figuring they know where Logan is. As the darkness came we drove up and down our fave viewing spots hoping to catch sight of Logan. Fledge watchers always do stuff like this because we hate to not know! Even though we know by dark a juvie is tucked in somewhere, and you won’t hear a peep.

Tomorrow we hope to find Flynn on the same ledge, making a flight, and Logan getting himself out of a suspected pickle and accounted for. It’s not the first time we’ve closed a watch here with a peregrine in a precarious spot, but if Logan is like his half sister, Tardis, he’ll navigate his way home to a rewarding feast.

Tomorrow’s weather forecast looks decent.