My beautiful little "Skeeter".
I named him for the way that he would buz around my head
while out hunting.
Skeeter's favorite food was grasshoppers,
he became an expert hunter of many small things in the summer that we spent together.
Late that fall I released Skeeter.
He hung around for a couple weeks before he ventured off on his own..
about two weeks later he came back for one night
(to say goodbye??)
... Each time I come across a kestrel,
I often wonder if it could be my little friend stopping by to say hello..