Time to say goodbye to the little baby falcons. I'll miss the little guys, they were so cute. But I taught them to fly, and taught them to hunt and how to survive. The others helped a bit, with getting worms and stuff. But the babies had to fly now.
I stand outside, with them in my hands. I hold open my palm and throw him out into the air. He flies away from the balcony I landed on and does fine. Turns to the starboard (right) and came right back and slammed into the wall though.
The other two didn't want to leave either.
Well. I got three little kids! they're so cute, but I told them they gotta go. Gotta get pushed out of the nest.
They finally understood, and after a heartbreaking good-bye, they left.
but, good thing.
they each had a molt (their feathers fell out while new ones grew in) and I have them now. I'm gonna make a necklace or something to wear made of falcon feathers.
Goodbye, my babies.
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