Seriously.hate.them. Went outside with coffee this morning at 6:30. Saw the TRES parents sitting on top of their nest box. Checked through the scope & sure enough, a male HOSP has sitting in the box, poking his head out of the slot.
I left my deck in a full run in my house slippers, grabbed my screwdriver in the garage and headed down the field to the box. He flew out just as I got there and I found one of the nestlings on the ground. The nestlings are fully feathered and are about 3-5 days from fledging, so they're big. this guy must have bailed out to escape the HOSP's beak. I captured him and opened the nest box to put him back in. Found the other nestling with his left wing extended and several flight feathers pulled out in his "armpit". It looked kind of bloody there too.
So, I returned to the house to get antibiotic for his injury. Walked back out and the HOSP was BACK in the box again. They were too far away to shoot from the house, so I spent 2 hours chasing him around. I have a van ert trap set in another nest box right now that's empty....hoping he'll go there next.
I took the slot off the house & measured it - it was just a hair over 7/8" high - not even to the next "16th" tick mark. So, I found another slotted entrance that was exactly on the mark and replaced it. But I watched him go in another slot further out (empty nest). This guy looks rather small - not sure if he's lost a lot of weight from feeding his first brood somewhere else or not....but he's getting ready to gain more weight.
Kill.them.KILL.THEM.ALL.
