Raptor Wednesday

One month or so after fledging, the young American Kestrels are out and about, usually found by their plaintive cries. This one was hovering over Lizard Hill. (That’s what I’d call it if I was a Kestrel!)

These two were by the Civil War soldiers monument.

By the Sophie Calle exhibit, a.k.a. Woodchuck Hill.

On a very favored perch: an Eastern Cottonwood overlooking Lizard Hill.