The Promise of Doom

As Ben Wurst of the Conserve Wildlife Foundation of NJ approaches the Tower Doom for the annual banding of its baby monsters, the eerie and unexpected silence of an otherwise beautiful morning cries that something is not right.
Fresh prey remains around the Tower let him know that mom & dad are still around, but the nest box which should be screaming with four beautiful babies is empty.
What happened atop the Tower Of Doom this Spring will remain a mystery. For the moment, prey remains like this Peregrine Falcon pellet containing all the stuff the falcon could not digest, including a bright green carrier pigeon band, feel more like a reminder of the death of the prey, than the life of the predator.
While the duck feathers from the falcons’ last meal, strewn through the sedge grass, remind us of tiny flowers full of promise.