Three-day birthday weekend. And summer isn't the best weekendtime, as the reservoirs have too much traffic to begin to accommodate a windshield birder. Note that, at speed, American Kestrels may flare (stunning, with the sun behind) but not fly. When you drive slowly enough for an identification, kestrels fly, usually looping back to the perch.
"What can Brown do for you?" At the onset of this TV ad campaign, my guess is my reaction,
"WTF is 'Brown'?" was shared, to some degree of profanity, with all.
Brown? Brown?
There are a couple of things Brown can do for me. Tell me if a shipment doesn't really need a signature.
Tell me about, you know, some kind of schedule.
I waited from 9am - 12pm, came back about 1:30 pm, and the delivery was 3:30pm. No problem, no signature required, but, in similar circumstances, "What can Brown do for you?"
Well. Start with narrowing delivery times to a half-a-day frame. For those who may have even anything else to do.
I drove a bit hastily about near the home this afternoon. Did not slow enough to glass a wonderful red tail, on top of a pole holding up a few cross-type wire anchors, testing my observational instincts, which came up wanting.
Driving too fast for any birder, I breezed by an American Kestrel, who flared, backlit, an awesome display for any bird. This magnificent little falcon, smaller than a bluejay, is a stone killer, a warrior that will take down much larger birds with regularity, and with the minimal training necessary to share knowledge she (or he) can translate into tactical advantage.
A mile or two on, there were a pair of kestrels, looping quickly, off and on the perch.
I crave a kestrel to fly.