Yin and Yang.
A double hawk cypress tree at Paynes Prairie.
Talk about your icing on the cake ... two cooperative hawks after a morning of sandhills and whoopers.
Okay, bird-nerds, I'm calling this a Red-shouldered hawk.
Feel free to verify or vilify my identification, but I did slip over to Cornell just to double check.
These hawks were in a great hunting spot. The cypress stood alongside a canal, at a point with cover and open water. It was alive with blackbirds and other small birds flitting among the emergent water plants.
I'm sure there were also small critters creeping about that the hawk could see and I could not.
The sunny hawk, above, was cooperative to a point.
He allowed me to get fairly close, then the screeching began, and he soared.
He drifted back and forth over me a few times, crying an intruder alarm, before landing in a more distant cypress.
In fact, he didn't seem to be interested in me at all, even when I walked right up to his perch tree while trying to find a clear shot through the cypress twigs.
Preening is serious business and I suppose he had already sized me up as a non-threat.
Which I was.
Hawks are known for their accuracy.