This is a kestrel, in the tall dead spruce -- eyeing the sparrows at my feeder, who do not know it's there. This reminds me, for some reason (which we will not examine here) of these. The first was sent to me by my aunt. It is filled with platitudes (but then, platitudes are that for a reason) and lovely landscape photography. I prefer the second.
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26 December 2004
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