Adventure can be found on the sidewalks of downtown Binghamton, New York, a small upstate city of about 47,000 population.
Yesterday, I was walking on the sidewalk next to the Security Mutual Building in downtown, on my way to the Broome County library. Security Mutual owns a 10 story building (the third tallest in downtown) and peregrine falcons have nested on top of the building for years.
Passing by this building is its own adventure. At this time of years, droppings will come raining down (I got hit a week ago), and it isn't uncommon to find what is left of the falcons' meals (to put it delicately). Also, the babies experience a high mortality rate.
It is an experience hearing the calls of the adults, and you can sometimes see them flying from building to building.
This is the third time in my nearly 20 years working downtown that I've seen one of the young birds on the ground. The bird was obviously injured.
There was a woman guarding it. She had called for help and was waiting for help to arrive, she explained. She knew someone with a conservation officer in her family.
Other pedestrians weren't stopping. One, oblivious, almost stepped on the bird, who hobbled out of the way, and hopped into the street and under a parked truck. Finally, the bird emerged and sort of hopped onto a decorative rock. There it stayed until someone came out of the building with a box and managed to put it over the bird.
At that point, I decided the bird was safe, and resumed my walk. On the way back, a half hour later, everyone was gone, including the bird and the box.
I hope this bird makes it.
Have you ever had a close encounter with a baby bird?