There was the most intense, colorful sunset this evening: a long beach of gold reaching towards the top of City Hall towering over San Jose, and above it, layer on layer of white wisps of cloud against lighter and darker shades of blue sky, like a tide rolling in, the foam spreading forward over the water to tickle your feet in the sand.
And framed in that sky stood a peregrine falcon at the top corner of the building. I so hope someone took permanent stills of what could be seen on the cam. The wind was blowing her upper feathers outward, like a woman wearing a shawl against the cold on a brisk evening by the Bay.
Then at least two (EC, the father, was shown perched on the other side of the building) took off to go splash in that air. Playing. Soaring. Swooping. Not in the frenzied fury of protecting their eyrie but just trying out, yet again, how it feels to ride a thermal. All that time in the nestbox, Maya, did you ever imagine we could do this!
One swooped toward the camera. Hey you! Come soar with us too!