I was driving back from Cesar Chavez park, having walked the dogs and watching the burrowing owl (in the ever-lasting rain). I stopped at the light near Espie’s building and saw her flying (flap, flap, flap falcon flight) off the back of the building, so I turned down the road, saw her again, this time in a stoop. I pulled over in the circle near the open grassy area. No Espie. So I drove over to Powell and turned toward home, spotting Espie on the highest SE corner. I pulled out my binoculars while I was at the light. It looked like she was bending over eating. In the evening light, her hood and malar stripes are looking more prominent as she’s getting older. A trick of the light, I assume, since she isn’t ready yet for a first year molt. On home.