As Trey was rearranging himself on the chicks to face us, at 6, it always amazes me that the chicks aren't getting squished as he hunkers down (especially when he's head down, tail up), it made me think that the chicks are stuck between a rock and a falcon ..luckily a caring, feathery, 'knows what he's doing' falcon, but it still is hard to imagine they're not getting squished too much! If only one could walk in a peregrine falcon chick's shoes for just a moment!