Yesterday, I saw a merlin.  It kind of sounds like I am beginning to write a poem or a song.  I wouldn’t put anyone through my poetry though.  Last poem I wrote was many moons ago and it started with “Here I stand in a puddle.  Fuddle, duddle…”

I did see a merlin yesterday.  It was resting on a branch that wasn’t ten feet away from where I stood.  Usually, when I notice predatory birds they have noticed me long before and are already leaving.  At the time I didn’t know what kind of bird it was.  I stood and watched it twitch and rustle until it flew away.  When I got home, I got out my handy dandy bird book and found out what it was.  Evidently they are a rare sighting.  Pretty darn awesome.  I feel lucky to live where I do.  I live on the edge of a city and I live on the edge of a wild life corridor.