Brewer's Blackbird, one of the spooky-eyed blackbirds.
I saw a Merlin today, a tough little falcon zipping past at rooftop level. I said to nobody, because I was with nobody, "Merlin," but couldn't raise an arm to point the bird out to nobody, because my fingers were tangled in the handles of plastic grocery bags, turning purple.
I turned to watch the Merlin as it headed north over the neighbourhood. It disappeared into the crown of a distant Douglas fir. It probably kept flying, but out of my sight.
Merlins are amazing.
Brewers Blackbirds are not as amazing as Merlins, but are easier to photograph.