Whooee! I was settin' in front o' the computer on this bright an' sunny Saturday mornin' when Ma sez, "What's that bird out back?" I got up offa my keester fer a looksee an' not 100 feet from the back screen door was this here hawk-lookin' flapper sittin' in a maple tree. We get plenty o' red tailed hawks in my neck o' the woods but they don't get so close t' the house an' they're a dime a dozen. This here was sumpin' different.
I grabbed my little digital camry a snapped a pitcher through the screen door. That's it up left yonder. It ain't so good on accounta two things. First thing is the screen window was in the way an' the second thing is the sittin' bird looked close but even when I zoomed up all the way, he still wasn't as close as he looked.
I figgered if I cracked open the screendoor t' get a better pitcher the big feller'd fly off an' that's jest what he did. Jest as he lit out, though, I got me another pitcher an' it's little better than the first one on accounta the screen window ain't in the way. The second pitcher ain't exactly a masterpiece but it's a fair bit better'n that other one.
Now, this here strange bird was mostly a blue-grey an' he had hisself a black top onta his head an' he had sum white comin' up around from his neck. He was about a foot an' a haff tall an' as you ken see in the first pitcher, he sat up straight an' tall. His tail sorta came to a rounded point an' it was kinda long an' his head seemed kinda small.
After he flew off, I got out a bird-watchin' book an' took me a looksee tryin' t' tell which sorta hawk this was. A coupla years ago, we had a Merlin pigeon hawk out back feastin' on birdies from outta Ma's bird feeder an' I thought this might be another'n. When I looked in the book, I decided it weren't a pigeon hawk on accounta they ain't got the black cap on their heads an' they's a little more brown in the front. Another thing different is the Merlin pigeon hawk has hisself a kinda wide tail an' this feller we saw had a more long pointy tail. Here's a pitcher of a Merlin from the book.
On the very next page o' that there birdwatchin' book, was the birdie I think I saw an' that's the Peregrine Falcon. Here's the pitcher.
Now, I hear tell these here falcons is damn rare in these parts. I did hear tell, though, that they got one or two roostin' in the tall buildin's on Bay Street in Trawna. I hang my hat 'bout a hunnert miles away from the centre o' the universe, that bein' Trawna, so I don't figger it's completely outta the question that this here birdie that flew inta my back yard was a rare ol' Peregrine. Sumbuddy thinks they know what it is other'n that, chime inta the comments an' lemme know.