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A kestrel hunted our bird feeder yesterday. Then she flew to the coffee tree and dined.
I went out today and tried to find feathers to identify her prey, but she ate very neatly and there was no trace of the little brown bird that was her dinner. CSI, I am not.
She was a bold little thing. I was able to open the back door and take a couple of blurry pictures before she left in a huff.
I went out today and tried to find feathers to identify her prey, but she ate very neatly and there was no trace of the little brown bird that was her dinner. CSI, I am not.
She was a bold little thing. I was able to open the back door and take a couple of blurry pictures before she left in a huff.
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