Chicka, I don't know if they've flown yet, because each time I've checked lately, the camera is pointed at some blank place on the roof. The last few times I've seen the chicks, they were up on the tall ledge, though, so maybe the camera pointed at that blank area means they've taken off from that place! According to the link I posted above, they usually don't hunt on their own until about a month after their first flight. I thought I read somewhere that they stay at the nest sight (or with the parents) for up to a year after they hatch...but I'm not sure now. It's said that "the only time that a female would lay more than one clutch of eggs in a year is if the first eggs are lost or damaged before hatching or the chicks die in their first few days." Hope I get to see one of them fly SOME day! Brenda

They have spread out to establish their own territories. They nest in my palm trees every year. Terry- How is your Certified Wildlife Habitat doing? Did you purchase a sign and post it out front? My sign looks just like brand new in the full sun. If you have the June/July issue of National Wildlife Magazine there is a picture of an American Kestrel on page 41. I am proud to be certified!

George and Gracie's precarious nest on a ledge on the SF Bay Bridge was deemed to dangerous to the potential chicks, so the eggs were rescued today. Here is a link that might be useful: Peregrin falcon eggs removed from SF Bay Bridge

I have a pocket of oak trees in my front yard that is home to many creatures. We had a hawk in our tree one year and that bird was such a messy, wasteful eater- dead birds and squirrels everywhere. I put up an eagle decoy and moved it around but it didn’t do much. The hawks moved to the neighbor across the street the next year. And then to the neighbor next door after that. IDK if it’s the same bird or maybe there’s more than one bird/family. They do flybys and hunt in my yard but they dont live in it anymore. I thoroughly enjoy watching this little microcosm of forest life...most times. The kids were yelling one day to come look at the window. A heron was in my little backyard pond and was eating my fish like it was a buffet.