The birds were noisy; a Winter Wren was in full song. Squeaky the Anna's Hummingbird was doing territorial dives, and American Robins were clucking in the birches and hollies.
There were a lot of robins. They were trying to get me to declare them harbingers of spring (Oh look! A Robin! Spring is here!), but of course they've been here all winter.
Peregrine. (You'll have to trust me. The camera was attached to the tripod, and, well, those birds are fast.)
A flock of pigeons shot past, looking terrorized--something was up. It was indeed, a Peregrine overhead. It continued on its way as the pigeons landed on a roof and pretended not to be rattled.
It would have been nice to stay longer, but elementary school dismissal times rule my life. Funny how birding is--you can stand there with nothing happening, and then, suddenly all sorts of things start happening. Things just started happening, and then...that sound in the distance. Westminster Chimes. Gotta run.