We All Have Our Reasons: #1490

A status recently posted to the book of faces: 

“On the way in to the Post Office to get my mail, I looked over my shoulder and up at the clock on the church spire across the street to see how late I was. The clock looked out of balance, sort of lumpy. As I turned to peer more carefully, I realized the lump was a majestic peregrine falcon perched up there and watching the human traffic pass by. Were we breakfast material? Just another reason I love living in Maine.”