Rosie:
Bobby:
Rosie:
Rosie floating down to catch a squirrel she wound up not getting:
Rosie flew off her tree, made a go at some prey in low brush (which she missed), then flew into a tree’s thick foliage further north.
I walked a few paces to better photograph Bobby who was in his tree all this time. I gasped upon seeing that Rosie was now mere feet ahead of me:
Bobby:
Rosie:
Hello:
Bobby:
Bobby:
Rosie:
Bobby:
Rosie:
Bobby:
Bobby and Rosie together:
Rosie:
Hello again:
See you around, Rosie.