mesquite, The kestrel photo reminds me of a day back in the sixties. I was living in da Bronx with my parents. I had three parakeets. Melvyn, Bambi, and Snow. One night at dinner, Melvyn mounted Bambi. They looked like smaller, pastel-colored versions of the birds in your pic. My mother had a fit. "No more boids!"
The woodpeckers--looks like one is feeding the other.
And what are these boids doing on the cacti? Ouch and a half.
More from National Geographic.
Wild mustangs horsing around:
Bird of paradise: