Just last week I saw this one sitting in the park for nearly an hour enjoying the view:
Yesterday two baby hawks were arguing over a branch in the birch tree out front. Today I walked into my kitchen and saw a 'flash'. At first I thought that some danged deer had managed to penetrate Fort Hammond. Oh no, it was a hawk with lunch:
I am thinking he has caught a baby possum. That is perfectly fine with me. I wonder if he fancies raccoon?
Whilst on the trellis he/she was communicating with another hawk in the spruce tree:
They both ended up flying off, but not before Mr. Hunter left his unfinished lunch on the trellis. With every fly in a ten-mile radius descending, I threw the entrails over the fence. They can come back and finish it up later on.