
I live and work in Clayton, Missouri. We are lucky enough to have some falcons living on the tops of some of the buildings. Anyway, I was on my way to my lawyers this afternoon (long story…) and I heard the unmistakable “cree cree” of a falcon. I looked up, and on the corner of the County Jail, there was a falcon, having a snack of a pigeon. Life is good when I get reminded of the deeper rythms of the world around me.
