I am leaving the house for work, driving along suburban streets to get to the Interstate that takes me downtown. In front of my pick-em-up truck appears a red tail hawk flying about eye level in the same direction of travel as myself. The hawk flies with me for a few second. It then veers off to the right, swooping up and disappears in a tree. I thought, “Wow.”
I stop watching.
Suddenly, out of the corner of eye, I see the hawk drop out of the tree. It is headed rapidly towards the ground. It has my attention again. At about six to 12 inches from the deck it snags a small bird out of the air, rises with its prize, and disappears again. I thought, “Ouch.”