Given we know a big nothing about birds we don't have the first clue what kind this one is. But he's beautiful. Neither one of us have ever seen anything like him here, normally we get robins, chickadees, and starlings, and we're mesmerized.
This morning, I remembered Gerard Manley Hopkins' poem: The Windhover:
dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn falcon..."
Stirred for a bird, --the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!"