It all started near the Agua Fria riverbed and Happy Valley, behind the Target plaza.
I live in the area. The expanse of hunting ground is good (screenprint from Google Maps).
I’m a prairie falcon. I am lighter colored than the peregrine falcon. I cruise at about 45 mph, at a little over 3 feet off the ground when I’m hunting. I fly faster when I have found my prey.
Today I was on the hunt and ran into some barbed wire. Not good news.
I am lucky. A lady walking her dog found me and called Fallen Feathers. Jody, their founder came to get me; it helps that she lives only minutes away. That was also fortunate for me as I was in serious need of medical treatment. The barbed wire cut me deeply on my leg and stomach. I have been at Fallen Feathers for two nights resting and healing. They put this annoying necklace on me so I can’t pick at my stitches. I don’t know how long I am going to be here, but I do know that next time, I’m shopping somewhere else for my food.
Duke, the prairie falcon
Update: Unfortunately Duke did not survive the severity of his injuries.