Description
A male American kestrel in a bare thicket, full length on a lichen-crusted branch, head up and turned to watch something off to the side. Rufous back, blue-gray wings, spotted buff underparts, orange feet. The winter woods behind him have gone to warm haze.
Kestrels are famous for hovering, and it is a wonderful thing to watch. But it is not how they mostly work. This is — sitting still on a high open perch with a clear view of the ground, scanning, waiting. Hovering is the fallback for country that offers nothing to sit on. Given a wire, a snag or a bare branch like this one, a kestrel will take the branch every time, because sitting is free and flying is not.
Watch one perched for any length of time and you will notice the head. It bobs and shifts — small, deliberate movements, side to side and up and down, over and over. That is not nerves. Having eyes fixed in their sockets, a kestrel cannot swivel them the way we do to judge how far away something is, so instead it moves its whole head to change viewpoint and reads the distance from how much the world shifts against the background. It is the same trick your two eyes perform automatically, done in sequence rather than in parallel. The bird is triangulating.
Where he is sitting is worth a note too, because in winter it is not random. American kestrels separate by sex in the cold months: males tend to hold the wooded and shrubby edges, females the wide open country. Nobody is entirely certain whether the females simply outcompete the larger-prey habitat away from the smaller males or whether the two sexes genuinely prefer different ground, but the pattern is consistent enough that habitat alone is a fair hint. A kestrel in a thicket in winter is likely a male — and the blue-gray wings here confirm it.
You will usually hear one before this view is available. The call is a sharp, rapid klee-klee-klee-klee, a rattling protest thrown out when the bird is agitated or announcing itself, and it carries a long way over open ground. The name comes from it: kestrel traces back through Old French to a word imitating that clattering cry. Unlike most bird names, which describe a color or honor a naturalist, this one is simply the noise the bird makes, written down several centuries ago.
And it is worth remembering what a bird this size is doing out here. He weighs about four ounces. He hunts from exposed perches in open country, which is precisely where a Cooper’s hawk goes looking for a meal — and Cooper’s hawks do take kestrels. That predation is one of the leading explanations offered for why kestrel numbers have fallen across the continent while accipiters have thrived in the same landscapes. Two birds in this collection, on opposite ends of the same transaction.
This is a high-resolution digital download of the photograph, made in Oregon — yours to print for your home or office, set as a wallpaper, or simply keep. Of the three kestrels in this collection this is the quietest — a full-length portrait in winter branches rather than a display of tail or plumage — and it hangs particularly well as part of a set.
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