Wicked cold temperatures returned to New England on Monday. (“Wicked” is for all my Boston friends.)
The Peregrine Falcons that I see from my desk at work returned on Monday, too. They frequently visit the Yankee Doodle Bridge (I-95) and the sailboat masts near the building at which I work. I hadn’t seen them in a while, though. But on Monday, with everything frozen solid except for a few tiny pools of water kept open by bubblers near the boats, they returned.
My vantage point from the fourth floor affords me the opportunity to see when one of the falcons comes in for a landing on the sailboat mast. I noticed it swoop in gracefully Monday afternoon, but it did not remain there for long. Then I noticed two quickly moving shadows. Whatever was making the shadows was flying too high for me to see so I went to the porch and looked for the source. It was one of the falcons (presumably the one that was perched for a short time on the mast) chasing away a Red-tailed Hawk. The hawk was much larger than the falcon, but it was the falcon that was the aggressor and eventually the victor as the hawk flew off to the east. The falcon returned to the mast to “chill” for the next hour or so.
Here’s a wider angle to show the frozen scene.