Hitherto you have seen the former West London Magistrates’ Court from the south, protected by a modesty curtain erected by the demolition squad. Here is what it looks like from the east, from the wings, so to speak. There is a lot of rubble.
The peregrine falcons living on Charing Cross Hospital make freqentent appearances here. The season starts in the spring when the female lays her eggs. The conscientious chronicler records how many and then how many hatch. The highlight is when the chicks fledge. After that there is desultory coverage until they disperse and business is suspended until the next egg laying session. This year has been as different for the falcons as for us. The only chick, a male, left with his mother leaving the father alone. A female came and there was a hesitant courtship earlier this month but it came to nothing. A week ago another female came and the signs are more promising. She has inspected the matrimonial home – a nesting box on a high ledge on the hospital.
Nathalie’s picture is taken from the CCTV footage above the nesting box. It’s her turn to take up the story.
So no need to trek off to the squelchy Pripet Marshes to do a spot of bird watching.
What is the matter with Tom?
I am not knowledgeable about birds so I have consulted my (father’s) copy of Thorburn’s British Birds 1925, Vol II. According to Thorburn “if at any time one of the pair be destroyed, the survivor seems to have no difficulty in quickly obtaining another mate.” You told us that Mrs Tom had disappeared with her son so maybe there is something the matter with Tom. I hope you will continue to keep us informed.