Or juvenile sharp-shinned falcon perhaps? It seems that in addition to an endless supply of deer, 'coons, and 'possums, Mexitexas also has its share of enormous birds of prey. This one buzzed overhead while I was taking out the trash leaving behind a window shattering sonic boom and distinct contrail over my right shoulder. Its target was not my own undoubtedly tasty giblets but a nearby bush full of small, cheerful finches. The falcon landed a few feet short, hopped over to the edge -- as such falcons are apparently want to do -- and then dove in to find himself a delicious finchy snack. The bush immediately erupted with the sounds of about 20 different little birds completely losing their minds, but after a few minutes of chirping, flapping, and what I guess was the falcon barking the falcon emerged barehanded. I felt bad for him, and then took some pictures.
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