Yesterday Simon arrived at about 6:15. He didn’t shout about it, which is unusual for him, but rather sat at the end of the yard and worked on a snack he’d brought with him. I noted that he wasn’t offering to share it with Daphne. After a few minutes, as if psychically sensing my criticism, he flew up to the nest and stuck his head in the hole for a minute or two. When he came back out, he still had his snack, and he flew over one tree and kept eating. I guess whatever he was eating — it looks like a mole, maybe? something very spread-eagle! — wasn’t to Daphne’s liking. If you’re at all interested in how deftly these guys use their feet, this is good footage.
