Dude!

There was a peregrine falcon perched on the statue of the Archangel Michael outside of St. John's! It was leaning over the tip of his wing, peering down at the area around us in that alert, twitchy way birds of prey do.

And then a mockingbird dive-bombed it. For serious.

The falcon didn't pay any attention at all, but from the look of it the mockingbird must've plucked at least a couple feathers out. It swooped around a bit more and then veered off. I don't think the falcon even looked at it.

We marveled a bit more, wished we had a camera, and went on our way. A territorial thing, probably, but still. We were probably lucky that there was a rat or something in the bushes that had the thing's attention, otherwise we might've seen one dead mockingbird.

*edit: It was a peregrine! We looked it up. Ho-lee shit.