In all the time I spent outside yesterday, I never saw a single Junco. Generally around the 15th of November you begin seeing them. Almost magically overnight they seemed to have arrived. What caught my attention first was an unfamiliar chirp. After months without them around, it is like learning a new bird by sound all over again.
The big boy's were out hunting early this morning. This Red-Tailed Hawk situated himself into the Kestrel's territory. The Kestrel was not happy with the hawk invading it's space and swooped repeatedly at the hawk.
The hawk seemed merely annoyed at the distraction and eventually it had enough and flew off to another area.