Today Dad spent half an hour feeding, preening and relaxing in our garden.
When he started to make himself really tall and strutted towards the cabin, I knew that Socks, his new mate for the last three weeks, must be within sight.
As you can see, he is not afraid of her anymore! Indeed, the first of their matings happened the day after I wrote the last blog.
She sat on the ground afterwards for a while, looking slightly dishevelled:
This close-up (doesn’t she have great “eye-brows”!), shows what looks like a new tip of her beak:
From a greater distance (she’s on the left), her beak looks perfectly normal:
