RAPT RAPTOR

It's my favourite kestrel again in the late afternoon sun, though I don't think I'm her favourite human. She lets me take one or two shots then flies off out of range in a very disgruntled manner. Despite my best efforts at silent stalking, I'm probably stomping around clumsily scaring off potential prey. Extra is the afternoon waxing moon, three days fuller than the last time I blipped it.