We waited all day yesterday for either U6 or U7 to have the courage of their convictions to lift off. But No! Neither could bring themselves to follow their brother.
Today U7, the bigger female was giving it a really good go, helicoptering feet above the nest and then dropping down. Will she go? Won’t she go? Will she go?
Oh! Where’s U6? A gust of wind, just as he opened his wings, did the trick for him and away he was blown to a nearby branch. And there he has stayed for the day, unable to come to terms with a different perspective on the world. Unring has been bringing fish to the nest this afternoon, eaten by sedentary U7 and visiting U8 and so we are confident that a famished stomach will blow him back before too long.