“A very high pitched kee-ee, almost like a whistle.”
As raptors go they’re small
A pound or so per hawk,
And O the joy it brings
To hear their high-pitched talk
Kee-ee kee-ee says one
From a slightly distant tree
Kee-ee kee-ee replies another
Perched just over me
Kee-ee kee-ee from their child
With his longitudinal streaks
And then all three are gathered
The better to have their speaks
I stay as still as I can
Neck craned painfully
As they silently plan their agenda
Perched in my lace-bark tree
Not a word is spoken
But soon they have a plan
Each lifts to execute it
My neck will be straight when it can
Lovely! I get that “uplifted” feeling whenever I hear our Kestrels:)
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My neck will b straight when it can!!
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