Red-Tailed Hunters
I feel the need to preface this post with a warning; if you are in the slightest squeamish, then perhaps this post is not for you. It might be better to skip forward to the next post, which will be very pleasant and all about my observations of hooded mergansers. If you are not squeamish, then let's proceed where I left off with the previous post. The return of the red-tailed hawks provided a welcome target for my lens. These predators are so well adapted to their environment. They are powerful yet graceful, fierce and yet can be incredibly patient. The thought did occur to me the next day, as I watched one of the two red-tailed hawks, that I had never observed the hawks with a kill. I mean, sure, I had seen many failed attempts but never actually catching anything. No sooner had the thought crossed my mind when the red-tailed hawk swooped up to a perch directly to my left with, unfortunately, the sun behind it. The red-tailed hawk focused on the mallards, who had already es...