Okay, so I donâ€™t know it was a male hawk; but â€œin its talonsâ€ didnâ€™t sound as good; but I digress. The well-stripped carcass, meat exposed that so recently was beating flesh back against the ice and snow below. A raptor eating its prey in the side yard in February, in the cold. Yellow eyes staring at me, watching me, slithering on my belly across the snow, in a second pair of jeans, to capture more shots more pictures, intrusions on his mealtime. Little bits of down fluttered in the breeze, clung to the hawkâ€™s wet beak, its own feathers huddled against himself, to stanch the cold Eagerly completing its lunch, ready to soar again â€œif this stupid human would only leave me alone.â€ Point taken, sir.
February 4, 2008 on the hawk I photographed a year ago, reminded of him yesterday by the new carcass remains in our driveway