I recall being sick on this particular day. Having left work early, I took a scenic route toward home.
I'm not entirely sure, but this might be a Cooper's Hawk that I watched fly across a field.
Before I knew it, another hawk flew into sight, announcing it's presence with it's trademark screech, and the Red-Tailed Hawk landed on a utility pole.
Yet another hawk, possible the mate to the previous one, flew onto a tree in the next field over.
I walked over for a closer look. It was a beauty!
Nature called it:
And it called back!
And took to the sky.
Flashing it's red tail as it flew.
To add one more, the next day, another hawk--this one a Red-Shouldered--was flying about at dusk.
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