In the middle of March my neighborhood eagle babies were as big as their parents. They were hopping around and moving around the tower near the nest.
One of the parents flew in with a squirrel and both babies attacked the parent. I’m sure both were hungry that morning. The older one usually gets to eat first.
The parent dropped of the meal and left. At this point they were bringing back several snacks each morning. These babies were eating a lot.
The younger one just sits there and watches his big sibling eat first. If there’s any left he’ll get the rest or wait for a parent to bring in more food.
A few days later it was dark and cloudy with a storm moving in so I stopped for a quick visit and caught one of the babies eating while the other was sitting high up in the tower. If the nest was in a tree this would be called branching, where they start hopping around from branch to branch but in this cause they are working their way up the tower.
Another week later and the oldest was still eating first. He eventually stopped and let the younger one eat but not without a “I can already fly” attitude.
A few minutes later a parent flew in with a small fish (in his left talon).
He dropped off the fish and took off again.
After a full meal everything was quiet for a while.