Outside my office window on Christmas Eve in surprise I spied bits of white suddenly drifting by on the breeze.
I wondered: snow? But the answer: no.
Instead it was feathers — lots of them floating on the current, and shortly thereafter I found the source of the stuff in a peregrine falcon that had made a kill and was tearing it apart atop the roof of the office building adjacent the one I’m in.
Above and below areÂ crappy 12x digizoom images, but the lens isn’t dirty on the bottom snap. The smudges behind the bird are a crop of feathers it’s just torn from its prey (unseen at its feet) and patooey’d into the air.
Nothing says Christmas in Southern California quite like successful predation!