Last night’s plan to eat downtown had an exciting diversion. We had just parked the car and saw a bird hopping down the middle of 9th Street just south of Main St. Cars screeched to a halt and horns blared. A minute later, I saw an immature Peregrine Falcon hopping toward me along the curb. I herded him into the corner of a storefront and threw my jacket over him. He did not struggle at all when I bundled him up and carried him away. We called a few numbers and I texted Heidi Ware who gave me a name at Idaho Fish and Game. The fellow who manages the nest box called us in about an hour and we made arrangements for him to pick the young guy up the next morning. He was the man who banded the fledglings and said they end up rescuing a few every spring. We talked about the trouble getting enough lift in-between the buildings especially when they prematurely exit from the nest. He was no worse for his ordeal and was back in the nest soon. Cool!!