A juvenile red-shouldered hawk was out hunting for breakfast just below the Jordan Lake Dam and on the Haw River.
I followed a little of his hunt. Note his shoulders…they really are red!
The golden hour gilds not only bald eagles, but red-shouldered hawks too.
This juvenile was very intent on something across the swampy part of the cove.
His interest pegged up a notch and he tapped his foot in anticipation.
His kee-ah, kee-ah call announced his growing impatience and readiness to hunt.
He glanced intently at me, making very certain I was watching – all youngsters want attention!
Then he launched and I wished him luck on his hunt.
I was leaving the farm where I had worked on some horses.
The bright mahogany red breast feathers of a red-shouldered hawk gleamed in the late afternoon light.
Quickly I threw my truck into park and jumped out, camera in hand.
What a beautiful way to end the day.
The red-shouldered hawk’s face says it all: oh, drat, those pesky crows have found me.
Within seconds there were 5 more crows loudly telling the neighborhood they had found an intruder.