I've been over watching the peregrines a while. The four eyases (eye-uh-ses) are growing. Seems to me they're not a lot smaller than George, though they have a long way to go on feathering and coordination.

Feeding them has become a two-handed job, with Gracie and George taking turns. The nest looks like a little schoolroom, with the children in rows and the teacher at the head of the class.

I showed Lucy.

"Look, Lucy, this is what all that dancing in the window can lead to. You can't just sit on your tail and fake yawns when those babies want to be fed. You better remember that.

"And believe me, honey, I won't take over like your grandparents, Debra and Craig."