Hawks

While photographing sunflowers the other day, I heard the incessant, high-pitched screeching of baby hawks.  There obviously was a nest in one of the trees lining the edge of the field.  One long, loud screech in reply made me look up from what I was doing and turn my head in another direction from the flowers, and that's when I saw this hawk watching me.  I wondered how long it was there before I noticed it!  As soon as it saw that I had my lens focused on it, it bent low and let out one more long screech before flying off. 

I'm excited for the slow change of seasons that will take place in the next few weeks--hawks are becoming more visible again.  This morning, unlike yesterday's clear, blue skies, the sky was gray and foggy.  I was out early taking pictures again when a movement way up high and in the distance caught my eye.  Through the fog I noticed the fuzzy outlines of two hawks in a tree that was sticking out apart from the rest along the river.  Hawks do not like to be photographed and these two quickly took off when they noticed I noticed them.