NOTES FROM TIGGYWINKLES: I am privileged to share the lives of the falcons

A peregrine falcon chick
A peregrine falcon chick

I believe that the whole of Aylesbury is coming to regard the peregrines nesting on the council offices as their own.

We are privileged to have them year after year adopting Aylesbury as prime habitat. But I feel doubly privileged as I have got to know another group of peregrines who I now know as the Didcot family.

A couple of years ago I was lucky enough to meet one of the fledglings from this family. This, dare I say ‘naughty’ baby, had somehow fallen off its nest platform onto a mountain of coal.

It was uninjured but even at this young age he did not take kindly to our intervention. We had to get him back to his parents.

Not as easy as it sounds. First I had to get a licence holder who was allowed to approach a peregrine’s nest site. Next, the site was at the high top of a coal conveyor contraption.

Then, just as we got there a loud screaming told us that mum and dad had arrived to dive-bomb us.

There was another chick on the nest perhaps thinking to itself where its sibling had been for the last couple of days.

That was a great experience but even more exciting was two weeks ago the female peregrine was brought into us after being found on the ground.

There were no apparent injuries so perhaps she had just been winded by 
flying into something at the phenomenal speed that only the peregrine can 

She was soon as strong as ever and not to be messed with. A peregrine is the only bird of prey that I wear gauntlets to handle.

She had a night in ICU and in the morning was raring to go back to her family at Didcot. I cannot call her the King of Birds but she was undoubtedly the Queen.