Karen had the late shift at work. We went out for breakfast, had a cup of coffee and just as she was backing out of the driveway she called me on her cell phone.
“There’s a hawk in the front yard.” I looked out the front window and sure enough, there he was underneath the blue spruce.
I grabbed the camera hoping beyond hope that my intrusion would not disturb him.
I have this thing about photographing animals. I always believe that every cat or dog or horse or any critter for that matter that allows me photograph them is giving me a gift. It’s an honor and a privilege that I don’t take lightly.
When a wild animal allows me just a few moments to point my lens in their direction and capture their beauty, it is almost sacred.
I laid on the ground watching him as he watched me. He didn’t seem spooked at all. He watched me closely and continued on with his breakfast.
I tried a few different angles, moving about the front yard. He knew where I was at all times and I was very careful not to get too close.
I thanked him very much for his time and then left quietly. I watched him from the front window for awhile, but at some point he moved on leaving but a few feathers in the grass and I think he took the bulk of his prize with him.
I do apologize for the graphic nature of the photo, but in all reality, it is true nature.
I mourned silently for the dove because I enjoy watching them in the yard and listening for their coos. I had no idea they were part of a hawk’s food chain.