This morning started out with a bang. A bang against our sliding glass door, but this time it was not cause by our flying cat or one of our visiting songbirds. This was caused by a visiting Kestrel trying to compete with our cat.

She/He was so busy trying to catch a bird that it flew straight at the house. Luckily it was pulling up to stop before it hit, so there was no permanent damage, but I rushed out and scooped it up before our cats inflicted more of their own style of damage.

After a few minutes, it was ready to go. I felt like a falconer, throwing it into the air. It flew to one of our tall trees and sat there completing its' recovery and maybe watching me to figure out why I had helped.

Since I was out and we are expecting rain/snow/ice I decided to bring in more firewood and that bird just sat there watching me until I had finished 20 minutes later. Of course it could have been just waiting for me to get out of the way for its' breakfast, but I prefer to think differently.

Oops, I gorgot to feed the birds. Gotta go.