The kestrel I spotted did not cross the road but sat on the shoulder looking stunned, the way birds do after they slam into our big picture window. Injured? Maybe: it let me walk right up close before finally flying off.
In a brief hour of birding between storms, I saw grasshopper sparrows, meadowlarks, brown thrashers, killdeer, turkey vultures, phoebes, and some others I can't recall, and I heard Henslow's sparrows and common yellowthroats. I had just about given up on bobolinks when one popped up on a fencepost right beside the road, almost close enough to touch, but it flew off before I got the camera in hand.
This morning's birding outing was a reward I'd promised myself after painting the small spare room last week, and after birding I came home with a rented carpet cleaner and cleaned all the bedroom carpets, which wore me out. Now I need to move the furniture back where it belongs. Where's my reward for that annoying chore?