|Not a Merlin, just some gulls on the fairgrounds|
Hanging up laundry...a daily task in summer. Glanced up to see a Mourning Dove fleeing in my direction. I had been watching one in the dead elm and looked to see if it was that one.
Nope. It was still there.
Then a checkered blackish falcon whizzed by with grackles in hot pursuit.
Oh, my word, a Merlin! Not a life bird, but a year bird for sure.
How cool is that?