Son of Elvis

Much excitement in the RowPal household this morning.

We knew that Elvis and Priscilla had a baby, and a couple of days ago there was such a ruckus in the oak tree out the front, we reckoned that they were bring baby over for breakfast. Yesterday, the baby came onto the lawn for the first time, but we were so awestruck we didn't get an image.

Today, I was organised. Long lens at the ready, settings more or less right, and I was able to get a few images, before a passle of magpies came and spoilt the party.

Elvis is on the left, watching out for the marauding magpies, Son of Elvis is in the middle, and Priscilla on the right beak full of mince ready to feed the boy.

Pedantic Mr. Rower said how do I know it's a male? Well, of course I don't. But Son of Elvis has a much better ring to it than Daughter of Priscilla, or even Elvis's daughter.

I don't think he's been fledged for very long, because he's such a klutz when it comes to landing; it's comical to watch.