This guy is one of our neighbors. He is a little fickle, but a fine neighbor. Sometimes he flies along side me when I am on the mower or my bike. The rational, logical me knows he is hoping I will scare up some dinner. But the whimsical side of me likes to think he is just hanging out. Other times he avoids me. But he has been known to land in a tree just feet from where I am sitting. That is why I say he is fickle.

Lilly, our dog, just loves to watch him. When he lands on a power pole with dinner, she will hang out below him and wait patiently for fallout. Often she is rewarded, a few times it has looked intentional. She has also been known to leave a few offerings by his favorite pole.