Tonight started off slow, and then go interesting. Flaco flew out fairly normally, making a few hops in his roost American Elm before flying out. But then he quickly moved away from the nest.

I picked him up going to a bunch of London Plane trees but lost track of him. We looked for him in his normal perches but couldn’t find him. It turned out he had never left the London Planes and was in a lower brach on one of them!

He stayed on the branch for what seemed like hours, but certainly wasn’t. From there he led us to a fence, the roof of the Tennis Court building, a lawn, then Bridge No. 28, back to his preferred lawn where he perched on a tree and then caught a rat on the lawn. After awhile he then went to his favorite perch of the last few weeks.