Or Bastille Day maybe — he sort of hit us half way in between. He showed up in a tree above our pond last night, and I got a semi-picturesque silhouette against the evening sky. Then he helpfully appeared again in the same place this morning, had an argument with the mockingbirds, and went on his way. Very cool!

Here he is having a word with the mockingbird.

And here is the mockingbird having a word with him.

Silhouette with magenta evening sky.