Hawk's Breakfast

Haven't mentioned hawks recently because, since about the last mention, they have all disappeared, gone north I presume, where there is more temperature variation and thus better thermals to ride. So I was surprised to see on one of my walks recently a hawk perched on the shingled roof of a house calmly tearing apart his feathered breakfast. He was surrounded by a disapproving chorus of smaller birds (also on the roof but safely out of range). He did not let their raucous insults disturb his dining experience.

Saw him again this morning, perched on an electric line. Fourteen/eighteen inches head-to-toe, two feet head-to-tail tip. Far too large to look comfortable on a wire. I walked right under him. He was staring intently at a nearby tree and, again, a number of smaller birds had set up a perimeter around him and were sending out warnings. No doubt there's a nest in that tree.