Dead center of photo above is a Hawk. He is focused on one of my baby squirrels.
The squirrel was hiding in the Bird of Paradise, the foliage to thick for the wings of the Killer Hawk. I stood next to the plant, guarding the baby.
Mama Squirrel chittered, Mama MadSnapper chattered, He sat on the branch giving me the evil eye.
I won the stand off, this time. He soared off and the baby was safe.
Thanksgiving morning, as we walked Big Boy, Mister Hawk dropped out of the tree in the grass.
He was only about 10 or 12 feet from us. . He flew off with something, we could not tell what.
The loving couple hunt sun up to about 8 am...
We see them every time we walk Big Boy.
I wish they ate raccoons.