OK, dinner has been eaten and leftovers put away (whew).
Frightful was mostly quiet in the car, except for a few minutes when she tried really hard to work her way out of the box.
The rain paused and it was barely
barely sprinkling as we released her. The rain came back heavy about 15 minutes later.
When I opened the box to take her out she met me claws out and wrapped her feet around my heavily gloved hands. To get her wings, I had to push against her legs (she's strong now!) and get her wings pressed against her. I carefully lifted her out but she was upside down when she was finally out. I lifted her up and she looked around for a split second. Then I could feel something change inside her. I slowly moved my fingers away from her wings and she vaulted herself out of my hands!
She clearly knew exactly where she was, and booked over the trees in a beeline to the exact spot where I got her, and where I'd seen the male Red-Tail. No hesitation, no pause for the photographers.
Look at the expression on her face:
Breezing past the neighbors house:
Hubby calls this "The Money Shot"
And a couple of her enthusiastically flying away: