Sometimes there would be a flash of feathers. Other times I’d see something out of the corner of my eye, but then I would turn and it would be gone. Rumors sprang up around the cubicles about a possible bird of prey hanging out near the skyscrapers next to our building. We’d run around the office, grabbing the office binoculars to catch a glimpse of this mysterious bird. Nothing. Again, nothing.
Then one day, a day that started like any other, it was confirmed: a peregrine falcon.
My coworkers and I named him Perry Green. Or her. We don’t know the gender…
Source: The King of Michigan Avenue