27 July 2013
Sonja, the Hammer and I heard it from inside the house a few times recently. Hell, the whole neighbourhood had heard it. A peregrine falcon calling out from one of our trees.
Last night, as I headed out with my dog for a cool evening walk I heard it again. Sounded like it was calling from one of the trees I planted many years ago shortly after Sonja, Strangler and I moved to Steepleton. I kept looking back as the Hammer pulled me forward hoping I could confirm the motorhead of the bird world had taken to one of my trees.
There he was! Way the fuck up there. Calling like Lemmy. Calling like a psychedelic warlord. Calling for you, motherfuckers.