The One that Didn't Get Away

Last Monday I had to pay someone to remove a dead mouse that had crawled in through the dryer vent and managed to die in the dryer exhaust vent inside the house.  YUCK!!!!!  I was so hoping that the many hawks around here would have caught him first.

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:

He moved from the bridge to the trellis:

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.