juvenile coopers hawk in the grass The Saga
of
Rufous and Henrietta Hawk

Chapter 18

On Their Own

July 4

When we returned from Yellowstone, we could hear the little hawks screeching. No doubt Rufous and Henrietta have flown away, leaving the fledgling hawks to fend for themselves. Following the piteous little eeee-eww cries, I tracked down Curly and Moreen. Curly was perched on the low branch of a live oak, grasping his catch with both talons.
Curly has a prize

I watched as he tore off pieces of the meal with his beak, uttering an occasional low ek-ek. Moreen also watched from a distance, high in the tree above Curly, and screamed in protest for a portion eeee-eww! but Curly was not in a sharing mood.
Curly's Meal

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