Back to the hawks

This weekend, a Red-shouldered Hawk was calling from high up in the canopy. The calls were persistent enough I thought it was a young hawk waiting to be fed. I spent 15-20 minutes on Saturday trying to see it, but couldn’t. Sunday, my luck was better. Sort of.

The hawk was well hidden, but its call gave it away. We played peek-a-boo until I could get a somewhat-decent face shot.

The bird was within 20 feet of the nest I was watching a few weeks back. So there’s a possibility that this is one of the fledglings.

This morning it was having breakfast somewhere else.