They give nobody, certainly not us or their parents, a moment’s peace as they are constantly crying for more food.
Bath time is another learning experience and they stand on the edge of the bowl watching the adults splash around, maybe dipping in for a drink.
One youngster did yesterday try to have a proper bath, but didn’t want to get his feet wet. So he stood in the water on tip-toes (as all birds nearly always are), waving his feathers around without raising a drop of water. I’m sure it’ll figure it out soon.
For our purposes here I’m opting for the latter, because an exciting discovery has been made. We’ve always known there are foxes around, but rarely see them other than at distance.
But the last two days at around 00:40 we’ve spotted the same male passing by our front garden. He clearly has a route. So Day 3 was confirming this. Another day will be spent staying up to try get a photo.