The Western Scrub Jays, which had scattered, along with all the other birds, when the Merlin came in, now came back to check out this 'killer' bird who now looked dead himself - but they stayed in the nearby trees watching. Not wanting to get too close. The Merlin's breath slowed, and suddenly, with just a twitch, he popped up. Now he was sitting on the flagstones, looking directly at me. His feathers were somewhat disarrayed, but other than that he looked fine. He closed his eyes and napped off-and-on for a few minutes, and then took off like a flash into a nearby juniper tree.
I haven't seen him since that morning, but I suspect I'll see him again checking out my feeders, and scattering the little birds. Looking for breakfast.