Close encounters

Walking home past a place where doves usually congregate on the ground, they startled into wing. They always do that, so I didn't look. So when the bird that swifted by and off across the vacant lot was russet, and larger, and a swooper, I was startled. A prairie falcon had just buzzed me from behind.

Not as close as my last flyby experience -- more like an arm's length away -- but still. Glory.

---L.