The flats at Cohoes were deserted today except for a few dozen gulls. And half the reason why was perched in a cottonwood tree.
Undaunted, I scoured the rocks without finding even a Killdeer. As the Peregrine in the tree to my right took off
a second, previously hidden, shot out of the trees to my left and together they strafed the gulls on the rocks and spillway. When the sky was white with gulls, the pair took off towards a flock of pigeons on power lines and I last saw them heading upriver.
Later at Papscannee, I saw three of the Peregrines’ little cousins. This Kestrel was perched on a wildly swaying twiglet much too thin for its weight.