Scott Atkinson and Diana Antunes are tramping around a flooded field in an abandoned farm just north of Everett. They pick their way through blackberry brambles and wade through water halfway up to their knees. Antunes stops short when she spots something in the distance.
“What do you got?” Atkinson asks her.
Antunes points to a peregrine falcon perched on a tree, eating a bird.
“Oh! Nicely done!” Atkinson says.