By now the young have dispersed, yet the Riverside Peregrines continue to lord over their territory.
Cleverly concealed among the cornices, they lie in wait for anything that either offends or attracts.
In this case, an osprey headed north (man these guys are everywhere)!
What is it about that interaction between our world and theirs?
Like some strange language that twins teach each other!?! (shout out to Austin Powers).
And in their wake, the remains of a kill from this morning.
A yellow billed cuckoo. Sleep well my friend.
"Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,"