It’s rare that I have photos of the process of banding a nest, since usually everyone is holding a chick and we don’t have any extra hands for photographic documentation. For a few nests, however, I was lucky enough to have my father with us, and boy does he like to photograph things! Thanks to him I can show you what it looks like when we band a nest.
EDIT: If you click on these (or any photos on this blog) you can see them bigger.

The nest, tucked next to the clump of plants in the center. If you look closely you can see Mom sitting on it.

Often when you approach the nest, the female will flare her tail and spread her wings and run around on the ground to try to draw your attention away from the nest. This is a tail-on view of Mom doing that.
Photo by M. LaBarbera

Mom watching us. The parents knew we had the chicks, and sometimes swooped down quite near us, especially when the chicks called.
Photo by M. LaBarbera

Dad watching. You can tell the parents apart by the color of their hoods: the male’s is darker. Ideally the parents would be banded and identifiable by their band combinations, but we didn’t manage to band this pair.
Photo by M. LaBarbera

Dad went to the nest to try to feed the chicks – you can see his tail here – even though he definitely had seen that we had the chicks.
Photo by M. LaBarbera

Mom did the same. It does make a kind of sense – that’s where the chicks SHOULD be, after all.
Photo by M. LaBarbera
I do wish we could band chicks without upsetting the parents, but since that is impossible, we process the chicks as quickly as we can and then skedaddle. It’s hard not to be sympathetically distressed along with the distressed parents, but the bright side is that these chicks clearly had great parents: they were concerned, they found bugs quickly, and when we put the chicks back they went right down to the nest to see them. (No photos of that because I made everyone go far away so as not to disturb the birds any more.)
More than a month later we saw two of these chicks again, capable of flight and independent.
It was great to have photos to watch that process.
I’ll try to remember YAMM and OKRA for my next Scrabble game!
Haha you might get called out if you try to use “yamm” – we have to take some liberties to the make words four letters sometimes.
You should take your Dad along with you more often. He took a great series of pictures.
I think if I was ever able to take field trips with any of the bloggers I follow, you would be one of them. Lyle Krahn would also be on my list.
I agree!
You THINK you’d want to come with us, but that’s because I don’t do blog posts called “Photos of every meal we’ve had for the last 10 days (hint: they all look like mush)” and “Argh my back hurts and I miss CHAIRS!” :-) And yes, Lyle Krahn seems like he sees something amazing every day. He would be very cool to tag along with.
Clicking on the photos to enlarge them, I can see the angry mom’s tongue as she chips at you, and OKRA’s beady little eyes as Kyle is banding him.
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