Tuesday, June 30, 2009

The Last KDT

Patrick over at Terrierman has written the complete history of "The Kill Devil Terrier".

...what must surely be one of the last Kill Devil Terriers in existence -- a dog made famous by Orville and Wilbur Wright.

The first Kill Devil Terrier was acquired by Orville and Wilbur in 1902 at Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina while they were waiting out the weather to test their second big glider.

It is an entertaining read. Check out his working terriers as well, lots of hunting with hole dogs.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Long Story short

My daughter loves dolphins. Like most girls her age, she has an affinity for all animals, but dolphins are her thing. She can name and identify every type, along with their range, age, and size. She has her career path all marked out, and at ten, has figured out where she needs to go to college, and what classes she needs to take to get her where she wants to go.

She has decided that she is will volunteer at the Outer Banks Dolphin Research Center. This is a fledgling Not-For-Profit organizations which is tracking dolphin populations in and around the Outer Banks.

So we have been out doing some fund raisers for them, but today we were going out to assist in some research. Our job today was to go out in a boat with a dolphin researcher to count and identify dolphins. Sounds easy enough.

My daughter, my wife, and I pulled up in the parking lot for our voyage out into the Albemarle sound. The researchers pulled up in the boat.

No, not this one.

Or this one.

Here we are getting on the boat. It was old and decrepit and with parts pieced together with plywood, but she was serviceable.

This is Jess. She was the biologist that went out with us. She knows her way around dolphins.
So we set out like the S.S. Minnow and traveled about a half an hour into the sound, and then we saw the first set of dolphins.

We got the paperwork out and started our observations.

We cut the boat around, and she stalled. She wouldn't start.

So we sat, and sat. The company was good, the conversation was lively, and the four of us had a good time regardless. We messed with the motor. We messed with the fuel lines. After about two hours we got it to start, but it wouldn't run above 6 knots (slow). The pace was agonizing, but we were glad to be on our way

Another boat came to meet us and followed us in as we limped towards the dock.

We'll be doing it again, hopefully in a new boat.

Missing chickens

I went out to the chicken coop the other day and half of my babies were missing. There were feathers scattered around, and the babies were gone. I checked around and there was a spot that the roof could just get peeled back. It wouldn't work to let in any decent sized animal, nor could a full grown chicken get through their, but apparently, the hole was big enough that a coon could get its hand in and pull out a chick.

I set the trap the next day under the little coop where I keep the babies. The coon came back. he found his first way foiled, but he was still able to get a claw in through he wire and rip the leg off another baby.

I found it lying dead in the bottom of the coop, missing a leg.

But the coon got caught.

Did I mention that raccoons are the devil?

Thursday, June 25, 2009


As you know, the family adopted a dog about a week ago. We had a week to decide whether we were going to keep him or not. We didn't need a week. I couldn't have asked for a better dog. He is calm and well mannered, gets along with other dogs and kids, and doesn't mark in the house.

He comes to us crate trained, leash trained, house trained. That makes life so much easier. Now I need to be sure that he listens in the field.

I took Gordon out today on a dragged line (think creance) and we wandered around Run Hill park. I'd been having some trouble with him and the "come" command when we were outside, so that was our goal today. He did excellent. Once he realized I had hot dog bits, and I wasn't going to stop him from wandering every time I called him back, he seemed to settle right in and didn't even try to wander far.

We followed some fox tracks for a bit as they wove through the grape covered dunes. We found a spot where fox would sit and watch the surrounding area. Ive seen both red and gray fox here in the past, but none showed today.

We rested in the shade of a natural canopy of grapes and checked out the way that the giant dunes were slowly swallowing the forest below us.

At one point a racoon, popped up over a rise and froze, staring at us. He seemed just as surprised as we were. He wandered off down the dune, but Gordon wanted desperately to follow. I had to give him a reminder tug on the dragged line that time to get him to come.

Gordon did well today, and we repeated the process later on in the afternoon. He should sleep well tonight - actually, I will too.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

NC Coast

The Outer Banks is fragile place. We live on what was once sea floor.

North Carolina’s coast is considered particularly vulnerable to climate change because it is so long and flat. A 2008 study by the University of Maryland identified North Carolina’s coast as one of the country’s most vulnerable areas to climate change.

I had a talk the other day with Brian Boutin from the Nature Conservancy. Apparently, Alligator River (where we were fishing yesterday) is in danger from rising sea levels.

He is currently involved in a research project whose final outcome is to stop the degradation and eventual loss of this ecosystem.

Rising sea levels have already changed the area, which is valuable habitat for an array of wildlife, including black bears, red wolves and migratory songbirds. Peat soils are degrading, and plants and trees have died as saltwater has pushed into the area. If nothing is done to adapt the area to rising sea levels, researchers estimate that one million acres could be lost within 100 years.

The Conservancy’s climate change adaptation project will make the fragile shoreline more resilient to encroaching seas.
Brian seems like a good guy who knows his way around wetlands. Hopefully, they'll be able to find ways to slow down the loss of this important ecosystem. For more information, check out the Nature conservancy.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

A Good Day Fishing

Think of this as father's day #2. One of the things my son wanted to give to me for father's day was a day fishing.

We went today to do just that. We sat by the side of a canal near Alligator River Wildlife Refuge for a bit and mom was the only one to catch anything.

It was "the first, the biggest, and the best," as my 10 year old kept telling us.

My little girl was at a friends, so it was just Mom and the boys.

We had fun sitting there using minnows, spinner baits, and these really funky night crawlers.

After a few hours, we weren't catching anything, so we decided to head to a different location just down the road.

But things really got interesting when we decided to change spots. We headed down the main road, then turned onto a gravel road that would bring us back to Buffalo City. This is a great kayaking spot that was well known for its rum runners during the prohibition.

There is a complex series of canals, originally used for logging, then used later for boot legging. Floating stills were erected and hidden from the local authorities. If the sheriff got wind of any illicit activities, the still would be floated to somewhere different, therefore eluding detection.

We weren't there for the rum. We were looking for a good fishin' spot. As we turned down the road, and wound our way through the trees, I kidded with the kids to watch for bears. We rounded a corner, and found our first water moccasin. So their curiosity for wild life was whetted, they delegated their jobs.

"I'll look left, you right. Dad, keep an eye out front." I had to smile, I'd been through alligator River hundreds of times looking for bears and only seen cubs in a tree once.

And then there it was, right in front of us, in the middle of the road.

A big ol' male black bear.

He ambled away from us for a while, and then snaked back and forth avoiding our car, but never straying far from the road and never moving real fast.

He didn't seem to mind that we were there, but he was annoyed that we were staying on the same trail he was on.

Traci hung out the car window with the camera. It was right there, outside the passenger window. How I wish I had a better camera. I kept my foot on the accelerator, and my fingers on the window controls, in case we needed to make a fast exit. Remember, I only have a point and click camera. I can't zoom very much.

We took some pictures (the boys were amazed), and then we kept on. We stopped and wet our fishing lines for a bit.

The boys couldn't stop talking about the bear and the snake, and maybe there will be alligators. It was great to hear them bubbling over with excitement.

But it was getting late, we had to go pick up our daughter, and we had to go.

We packed back up, turned around, and the bear was right there. We watched each other for a bit.

He seemed a bit wary of us, and as we drove closer he swam the canal and disappeared into the forest.

It was amazing to see and an experience I won't forget.

We pulled off the gravel road, and the front tire blew. Thumpa, thumpa, thumpa. I had to find a good spot to pull over.

The kids have never seen a flat tire so I taught the boys how to use a jack and change a tire.

The boys bubbled with excitement the whole way home. We didn't catch much fish.

But it was a great fishing trip.

Father's day

My wife is good. When I travel alone, I hate to spend money on hotels. What I prefer to do is to find a campground and pitch the tent for the night. But when leaving for a trip immediately after work, I often stop for the night and it is already late. Too dark, and too late to pitch the tent. If I need to leave early the next morning, I don't want to take the time to pack up a tent either. So what are the options??

I've been pining for a new hammock. I figure this is perfect. I can string it between two trees in seconds, roll out my sleeping bag, and I'm done.

Obviously, my wife has been listening to my rants. In addition to some quality family time, she purchased a hammock for me.

Happy Father's Day!

I don't know if this is a common solution to avoiding hotels, but it seems like a good one to me

The Cure for Urban Sprawl

Urban Sprawl is a problem. Not only does it affect wildlife negatively, it impedes my hawking (which is really the point after all). I've written about loss of habitat before, and took this picture just the other afternoon when dropping the kids off at a neighbors (notice the soccer net in the background of this well manicured lawn).

It seems that some of our political leaders have come up with a superb idea.

It seems that in this age of downsizing, the mcmansions of yesterday are sometimes lying empty, and whole city blocks exist without inhabitants. Some cities have decided that instead of maintaining these sparsely populated centers, it makes more fiscal sense to doze them and return them to natural habitat.

Sounds like great rabbit hawking opportunities to me.

Cool Green Science provides the link for this article:

A story last week in the Telegraph, a British paper, describes how the city of Flint, Mich., a former industrial powerhouse now facing depopulation and plummeting home values, is dealing with vacant housing.

The solution? Bulldoze entire districts, returning the land to nature, and concentrate the population in the urban core.

The Telegraph’s Tom Leonard reports that the idea is the brainchild of Dan Kildee, treasurer of Genesee County, which includes Flint.

He said: “The obsession with growth is sadly a very American thing. Across the US, there’s an assumption that all development is good, that if communities are growing they are successful. If they’re shrinking, they’re failing.”

But some Flint dustcarts are collecting just one rubbish bag a week, roads are decaying, police are very understaffed and there were simply too few people to pay for services, he said.

If the city didn’t downsize it will eventually go bankrupt, he added.

The article reports that the city has already demolished 1,100 abandoned homes, and that Mr. Kildee estimates that another 3,000 will need to come down. Overall, local officials believe that the city will need to contract its area.

More and more people are moving to the urban centers and leaving the 'burbs behind. Apparently, per capita, it is cheaper to live in the city.

The rest of the article can be found here.

I don't personally think I could do it. Too many people all squished together. Oh, and where would the chickens live?

But bulldoze unused suburban sprawl and returning it to green space, capital idea!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Intellignce of Crows

I am a big fan of corvids, though I admit to limited first had experience with them. There have been a myriad of studies testing their intelligence, as well as books written about it. Some researchers claim that crows may be more intelligent than primates or dolphins. They are capable of complex thought, projection, they have self awareness. Additionally, they are capable of misdirection. In other words, they try to trick each other when hiding (caching) food.

I recently found this article from National Geographic.

Savage's book, Crows: Encounters with the Wise Guys of the Avian World (October 2005), explores the burgeoning field of crow research, which suggests that the birds share with humans several hallmarks of higher intelligence, including tool use and sophisticated social behavior.

The shared traits exist despite the fact that crows and humans sit on distinct branches of the genetic tree.

Humans are mammals. Crows are birds, which Savage calls feathered lizards, referring to the theory that birds evolved from dinosaurs.

"I'm not positing there's anything mythological about this or imagining crows are in any way human," she said.

"But whatever it is that has encouraged humans to develop higher intelligence also seems to have been at work on crows."

They go on to talk about how crows make and use tools, how they are spontanious problem solvers, and how they use trickery to fool one another.

Savage also discusses Swiss zoologist Thomas Bugnyar's research showing how a raven named Hugin learned to deceive a more dominant raven named Mugin into looking for cheese morsels in empty containers while Hugin snuck away to raid full containers.

"This shady behavior satisfies the definition of 'tactical', or intentional, deception and admits the raven to an exclusive club of sociable liars that in the past has included only humans and our close primate relatives," Savage writes in her book.

Another area of crow research that may indicate higher intelligence is how crows learn and use sound. Preliminary findings suggest that family groups develop their own sort of personal dialects, according to Savage.

If you are interested in crows and their complex social interactions, it is worth the read. It does make me think twice car hawking them with the harris' hawks.

Read the rest here.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Skunk mom

No real post here, just a great picture from The Camera Trap Codger

First Wolverine in Colorado in 90 years.

Wolverines have been absent from the state for close to 100 years. But scientists have tracked one making the voyage into Colorado.

A lone male wolverine arrived in northern Colorado earlier this month, making him the first confirmed wolverine in the state since 1919.

In December, conservation biologists had outfitted the young wolverine, which is part of a reintroduction program farther north, with a tracking collar and watched him make the 500-mile (805-kilometer) journey from the Grand Teton National Park in Wyoming, crossing rugged landscapes and even busy Interstate-80, reports the Denver Post.

Read the rest at 60 Second Science

Friday, June 19, 2009

2,500 Year Old Falcon Nest

Thanks to Patrick for this one.

A Gyrfalcons nest has been found in Greenland that can be dated back thousands of years.

A 2,500-year-old bird's nest has been discovered on a cliff in Greenland.

The nesting site is still continually used by gyrfalcons, the world's largest species of falcon, and is the oldest raptor nest ever recorded.

Three other nests, each over 1,000 years old, have also been found, one of which contains feathers from a bird that lived more than 600 years ago.

Read the rest here.

Trying out a New Dog

Since we gave up the patterdale terrier, Murphy, this winter, I've been missing my little terrier dog. If you weren't with us then, we were having dog aggression from Murphy and she was tearing up our miniature schnauzer.

I've been keeping an eye out on different sites, looking for the perfect dog. It needs to have that terrier spunk, without the aggression, and it needs to be small enough to go to earth in a groundhog hole. I must be a wire coated dog, so it doesn't shed, and it needs to get along with other dogs.

Well I found a suitable candidate and emailed the foster home where he was staying. I was impressed. He seemed to have all the positives without any of the negatives that can come with terriers.

Granted, he is a mix breed, but he is full grown, so I know how big he'll get. He is calm, but has the terrier inquisitiveness. No dog aggression and none of the random barking. I have only heard him bark once in two days. I do hope he barks on quarry, we'll have to see how that goes.

On the downside - he comes with a name already attached - Gordon. Cute name, but doesn't fit with my idea of dog names. It is okay, we will adapt.

We drove the three hours to go see him on Wednesday. We decided to bring him home. He's been with us for two nights as we judge to see if he fits in with our family.

We cleaned him up a bit, stripping his coat. He was in need of some serious grooming. We've been walking him, and introducing him to all the dogs in our extended family (we're puppy sitting right now.)

So far, I couldn't ask for a better little dog. After some bonding (he seems shy of men - and he may have been kicked in his former life), we're going to have to see if this dog will hunt. He wants squirrels when he sees them, and from our walks, his nose seems good.

We'll have to see how it goes.

Thursday, June 18, 2009


I wrote a while back that I believe that a lot of people spend the summer months planning for hunting season to come around again. One of the blogs I read actually has a counter that is counting down until his trapping season starts.

I just received my summer catalog from Cabela's. I laughed at the title, it was so appropriate. It is only June, and this one is called the Fall Preview. Every one is doing it, thinking about fall.

I got a call the other day from Bruce Haak. He is a falconer and author from Idaho who want to go trapping merlins on the coast this fall.

I'm all for it, but we have the added bonus of possibly trapping peregrine falcons this fall, legally, for the first time in my memeory. They are both trapped in basically the same way, so it should be fun.

I don't claime to be an expert trapper like Eric Edwards down in Florida, but we've done alright fro the last couple of years, even though last year was a bust. We always have fun.

Anyway, my mind and my eye has begun to wander as I work cleaning pools through the summer. I need to find better, easier, more productive places in which to set up our blinds and traps. I haven't gotten permission for any of these spots, but I am looking them over right now.

This one looks good.

This one would be way easy set up, but I worry about foot traffic.

This one might be good, but permission would be a problem.

And then there is my tried and true spot. It is not easy to set up, you have to haul gear in. There is some possibilty of pedestrian disturbance.

But the view is great.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Did the rat poisen kill the eagles?

Another interesting read from 60 second science:

Last year, one of the world’s most aggressive island restoration projects was launched to poison all the invasive rats on Alaska’s Rat Island, located in the western part of the Aleutian islands. But the extermination project may have taken an unexpected toll: a recent survey of the island recovered the corpses of 41 bald eagles and 186 glaucous-winged gulls – raising the possibility that the birds died after consuming poisoned rats.

“When you go to an island after a winter, it's not surprising to find bird carcasses,” says U.S. Fish and Wildlife spokesman Bruce Woods, “but not these numbers.” There were only four breeding pairs of the federally protected bald eagles residing on the island last year, but the population in the Aleutians numbers 2,500.

Norway rats—the global pest of subways and sewers—first arrived on the island known to the Aleut people as Hawadax in 1780. A rodent-infested Japanese sailing ship ran aground and rats spilled onto its rocky shores, devastating populations of ground-nesting seabirds by feeding on their eggs, chicks, and even adults. When Captain Fyodor Petrovich Litke visited the island in 1827, he named it Kryssei, which means rat in Russian. The rats have kept bird numbers low ever since.

In 2006, the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, the Nature Conservancy and Island Conservation began testing out rat eradication strategies in small areas in other parts of the Aleutians using cakes of grain laced with a rodent-killing blood thinner called brodifacoum. During the trial, 88 percent of rodents perished in their burrows where they would not be exposed to scavengers like eagles or gulls, according to an environmental assessment of the project. Scientists concluded that “some bald eagles may be exposed to brodifacoum residues but are unlikely to die.”

Take a minute to read the rest here.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

I forgot

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

See the last post.

Other injuries include barbed wire to the groin, multiple scratches and cuts, more talon punctures than I can count, pulled muscles, bloody lips, and black eyes. But after the talon strike to the eye, the people at work couldn't look at me for days.

My most serious Hunting Injury - What was yours?

In late February eight years ago I decided to take my son hunting with my Red Tailed Hawk, Shihan, and myself. My son, four at the time, had never been hunting with me before and had been pestering me to take him for months.

We drove out to a field not too far from my house. This particular area was a great place to find bunnies because there was a large selection of food for them, and large tracts of briars that the bunnies love to hide in divided the whole area.

When we got there, I got the bird out of his box and cast him up into a nearby tree. He landed on a low branch and started moving his head back and forth, peering into the bushes. I got out my walking stick and waded into the waist deep briars, smacking at the branches hoping to get a bunny to run out of his hiding place. Dolan was too small to come along with me into the briars, so he followed along on the edge, hoping to see the bunny run out.

It was a great day for hunting, overcast and a little warm. I took off my glasses and stowed them in my hunting vest. I usually wear these when hunting squirrels to keep the falling bark and leaf debris out of my eyes, but today we were looking for rabbits and I wouldn’t need them. I took off my coat and tied it around my waist. I was already working up a sweat.

“How you doing over there?” I called out to Dolan.

“Good. See anything?” The excitement in his voice was infectious.

“Not yet.

After a few minutes I heard some rustling in the bushes off to my left. I couldn’t see what it was since the shrubbery was blocking my view, so I moved towards that area beating at the thorny vines with my stick. I knew I had hit pay dirt when Shihan launched himself from his branch and plummeted into the briars. I couldn’t see where he landed but I heard the shrill shriek of a rabbit. He’d scored!!

I yelled to my son that we’d gotten one. He still couldn’t get to where the hawk was so that he could see. I could see him jumping up and down, pumping his arms, and yelling, just as excited as if he’d caught the rabbit himself.

I fumbled over to where the hawk had grabbed the bunny. It was in a small clearing between two clumps of briars. The bird was holding down the bunny by the rump and head. Perfect! Just like he was supposed to do.I moved in close and grabbed hold of the rabbit.

We’d only been here a couple of minutes so I thought, maybe, after I dispatched this one, we could go for doubles. Dolan wanted to wade in and see what was happening, but he just couldn’t get past the briars, which were almost up to his head. There was a small path he could have followed back, but I told him to stay where he was. I wasn’t sure what his reaction would be when I dispatched the rabbit.

I reached in below the hawk and grasped the rabbit by the hind legs wrapping my gloved hand around his neck. I started to pull on him, but I couldn’t get a good enough hold. The rabbit’s fur kept sliding around in my hands and my attempts to keep him from further suffering weren’t working. I decided that I needed to get a better grip on the bunny. Throughout all this Shihan was doing great. He waited patiently with both his talons still clutched to his prey, wings outstretched to hide the rabbit from any unwanted intruders.

I leaned in closer, wrapping my hands around the rabbit, and in so doing I bent my head forward, towards the bunny, whose struggles had diminished. I didn’t realize it at the time, but now I believe that the hawk must have thought that I was trying to take possession of his catch and would begin feeding. Abruptly, before I even saw any movement, Shihan had detached himself from the rabbit. I saw the lighter bottoms of two huge talon feet launching themselves directly at my face. Before the image had registered in my mind, I felt the searing pain of inch long nails sinking into my face and eyes. I don’t think I screamed; I don’t think I moved, but the image of my deflated eyeball swinging against my cheekbone inserted itself in my head.

I dropped the rabbit in shock, surprise, and a little bit of fear. The bird let go and dropped back down on its prize as if nothing had happened. I let him have it. I tore off my gloves and went to touch my face, but I was afraid that the images in my mind would be true. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I felt no pressure of a ruptured eyeball, and I could see with both eyes, but blood was pouring down the front of my hunting vest.

I had to see what happened, but I couldn’t leave my bird there. So I tied the bird to my belt while he began plucking the fur from the rabbit. I tentatively probed around my eye with my fingers, feeling to be sure none of the structure had been damaged. My face felt a little tender, but otherwise it seemed okay.

In the meantime, Dolan was calling from the briar’s edge. “Dad, are you okay? Can I come see?” “I’ll be out in just a minute,” I replied. “But, uh,” my voice was shaking just a bit. I hadn’t realized what a shock of adrenaline had traveled through my system and was now only beginning to wear off. “Daddy’s face is bleeding a little.

I got to my feet and transferred the bird off his kill. He hadn’t even had time to break into it yet, but at this point I really didn’t care. I picked him up and waded out of the bushes.

Dolan was gazing up at me. I was expecting shock or fear but it looked like he wanted to laugh. I was surprised.

“Daddy, you look ugly.”

That one sentence brushed aside all my fears that I had been really maimed by my own hawk. I felt a grin spread across my face.

“Can I see the bunny?” Dolan asked excitedly. “Yeah, let’s put up the bird first.” I replied. We walked back to the truck and I put Shihan back in his giant hood. I crawled into the front seat to inspect my face in the mirror. Rivulets of red had streaked down my cheeks and some had pooled in my bottom eyelid, but once I wiped it all off with a wet napkin from the glove box, I looked pretty good. Hell, we could go for doubles.

I showed Dolan the rabbit we’d caught, and then got the bird back out, and tromped back into the woods. This time we were looking for squirrels. After about an hour without flushing a thing, I could tell Dolan was getting tired and my eye was starting to feel a little funny. There was tightness about it and my vision was getting fuzzy around the edges. We headed back to the truck and got ready to go home.

I looked at myself again in the rearview mirror and was shocked. My left eye was slowly filling up with what looked like blood. The entire white of the eye was almost gone, now it was a glistening crimson. I called my wife from the cell phone to let her know I was stopping at the doctor’s office on the way home.

I found out later that the hawk’s talon had actually pierced my eyelid and had scratched my eyeball, but the blood and the swelling was due to blunt force trauma. In other words, it wasn’t the scratch that turned my eyeball red, but the force of his foot hitting my face. I had to wear sunglasses every day at work for the next month as my co-workers couldn’t look at me without becoming nauseous.

Probably going for doubles that day wasn’t the brightest idea, but what I really learned was that you never know what can happen in the field, and it’s important to be prepared for it. So now, when I leave the house I make sure I’ve got a spare of everything with me, and I always wear some type of protective glasses.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Great Falconry Article

A hat tip to Falconer on the Edge. They shared a great article from which comes this quote:

Men should not relieve themselves when hunting with hawks, as the hawk will see your, er, appendage as prey. According to Shaun, a falconer at the English School of Falconry in Bedfordshire, this rule was introduced after an actual incident. Ouch. I’m delighted to meet Shaun, mainly because I think “falconer”—along with “spy”, “explorer” and “I play guitar in U2”—is one of the coolest answers you can give to the question “What do you do for a living?”

While I don't agree with the above stated rule, I do recommend that you hide yourself behind a tree before you relieve yourself while hunting.

I recommend you read the rest here. It made me laugh out loud (I will not type LOL).

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Begging Pigeons

Baby pigeons can make a serious racket! This one is about a month old and just starting to grow into his feathers. He is an only child as egg #2 did not hatch. Now he spends his time begging to momma for food.

If mother doesn't comply, he will follow her around placing his face directly in her path. She won't gor far since she knows that he is hungry.

Finally the little bird corners the mom in a corner. She can't easily get away from her, and he wraps his wing around her shoulders to further keep her where he wants her. Then, she finally gives in to him.

She opens her mouth while he finally stops his screaming. he pushes his beak deep down her throat to receive his daily feed.

He reminds me of a little troll, taking his dinner from his mother.