GIP

I finally cut this down to icon size and uploaded it. First icon'd post here, well, ever, after more than a decade.

(Default's still nothing, now a 1 by 1 clear pixel, which I suppose technically is an icon, but doesn't really feel the same as an actual image.)

Bird tale

I was walking back from the first Davis Square farmer's market of the year (loot: lacinato kale, rhubarb, and sungold cherry tomato plants), and had made it to the Porter Square train station (well, above it) when I saw a hawk of some sort flying about at street level, above the tracks. It swooped in close to the wall before the bridge, and I couldn't see it flying underneath, so when I crossed the bridge, I looked back to see the hawk, in all its various browns, sitting calmly on a bundle of wires as it ran past an alcove in the wall. I couldn't help but stop to look at it, so I got to see as the pair of blue jays who apparently live in the tree opposite that alcove started squawking, then flying closer and closer to the hawk. They practically dive-bombed it, sometimes starting from the wall above its head, and at least a couple of times touching its head in passing. The hawk just sat there, sometimes turning its head farther around than would be comfortable for my neck. After a while, it started making noises back, but never moved off its perch. Then minutes later, it flew back up along the train tracks, the two blue jays flying behind and making noise as it left their neighborhood.