The male flies low, just above the water level of the stream, pauses, checks the foliage (like a fellow at a bar, looking for a likely companion), cruises on down.
The male flies high, perches way up high, almost out of camera range, rests just a moment.
And then zooms off.
Another exhausting observation, greatly enjoyed by the long-shadowed person standing, waiting, loping, zooming . . . always smiling.
(My apologies to the passing students. I am not, though you wouldn't know it from my appearance, batty.)
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