After 36 constant hours of rain, I knew that as soon as the weather cleared, the male kestrel would be on the prowl. Near the nest I spotted him concealed on a fire escape.
After slipping away, he returned with prey!
He landed near the nest and called to the female...
Trying to lure her out with breakfast, he flew directly around the nest and over to their favorite antenna.
She then flew out to receive her prize.
For whom the bell tolls, sparrow, it tolls for thee!