It's that time again. Christmas on 69th street. The day was quiet. For some reason squirrel popped into hole. Nice safe house.
The main goal was to find a kestrel. Success! But, oh... why does this bird have to perch so high, neck-breaking observation.
The jays were attacking. Kestrel couldn't have cared less.
I looked away for a second and kestrel had taken off. Drats!!