Raptor Hanky Panky

Time for another episode of Birdwatching Gearboat Chronicles-style, which is fun because I don’t know anything about birds.

Take this one, for instance. When I first saw it swooping around over my yard I thought: hawk.

But crikey, I don’t know. My bird-wise friends are always throwing around fancy words like “ferruginous” and “falcon” and blahty-blaah. I feel good about the hawk part, but what kind I dunno.

My second thought was: Go get your camera. Whatever this creature is, it’s flying really low and looks cool.

As you can see in this next photo, he comes in to land on a treetop . . . w-a-a-a-i-i-t just a tic . . . is that . . . are those . . . ?

Oh my.

Looking for mice . . . looking fo– What in the? . . .

Heya! Did you miss me?

Stan, I told you I need time to figure things out.

Belinda, have you done something new with your feathers? Highlights?

Stanley, you know I – what’s over there, on your left? . . .

I don’t . . . oh, sure, just fly away . . . re-a-a-a-l mature.

I’m going to my sisters nest. Don’t call or text me.

Perfect.

I’ll just watch sports or . . . are those mice?

They ironed things out enough to have a chat in the top of a dead Cottonwood tree later on. They’re working things out. One day at a time. It’s tough. But I have a feeling they’re going to be just fine. A little birdy told me so.