Red-tails, Red-tails, everywhere you look. Yesterday, we saw one on a streetlight surveying the scene on the Belt Parkway. Another was atop the FDNY tower next to the BBG every time we looked up there over the course of nearly three hours in the wedding venue. And, as we come up Flatbush Avenue towards the moraine, the steeple of the old Dutch Reformed Church on the corner of Church Avenue looked somewhat blobby from below. A little telephoto on the situation, shot through the windshield while the red light held us, revealed a pair of Buteo jamaicensis.
This is a grand old pile of a church, made of schist and completed in 1798. It was the third such house o’ worship on the scene, for the congregation dates to 1654. The weather vane, which I’ve never before noticed so intently, is marvelously busy. “Vane,” I learn, comes from the Old English for flag.
Backyard and Beyond 
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