This morning around 7:00 we were awakened by a great commotion of squawking, screeching, fluttering birds. It sounded as if every mockingbird and blue jay in the neighborhood was raising hell right outside our bedroom window.
I peered out the window to see what the fuss was about. It wasn’t hard to spot the cause of the commotion—on the ground right below our window was a young hawk, clutching a smaller bird he had just captured in one talon.
He stayed there for several minutes, ducking the dive-bombing jays, until the ruckus died down enough for him to take off again. I had an excellent view of him. I’m fairly sure he was a red-tailed hawk. Man, he was gorgeous.