Paradise Flycatchers … reality bites
Wednesday, January 5th, 2011 by Bev ReelerIt feels important that you hear the rest of the story
two days later,
Bevan Mwanza came running up the back path
with his eyes on stalks
and his binoculars bouncing up and down his little 8 year-old frame
‘the babies,
the babies have been eaten
I saw a kestrel come down and catch them
the parents were crying and following him’
So that, dear friends, is the way of life
The trip from Zaire
the building the nest and laying the eggs
the feeding, and protecting
and cleaning the nest
and a Kestrel (red footed)
comes all the way south from Manchuria or Siberia
and drops out of the sky
to pick up the babies for a small snack.