Home is where the peregrine is.

[Paul Hamilton]

This week, I'm in the high desert, far from home.  The work is exhausting and stressful, but, after work, I get to stay on the top floor of a fifteen story building with a Peregrine Falcon in residence.  It's a good feeling to drift off to sleep, knowing that a peregrine is guarding your territory, possibly right outside your room.
 
This morning, I had breakfast with her.  She was only a few feet away, separated by a window and a little concrete.  Feathers rained down like theatrical snow. with the distant Badlands as a backdrop. Afterward, she dove off the building, plunging down half way to the ground to build speed, then spreading her wings to soar into the distance.

An hour later, when I left the building, the falcon had returned and become a protective gargoyle on the roof.  I watched for about fifteen minutes as she preened.  I wished her blue skies and good hunting until we meet again.

Paul

[Donna]

Sounds like a book!! I'd read it! Lucky you Paul. Imagine that! Is this a top secret place? 

[Bobbie Ireland]

Splendid, Paul!!

[Lynne in New Hampshire]

Badlands!   South Dakota?   That's my guess!!