I didn’t see the Cooper’s Hawk at first. Its plumage dissolved into the withered leaves, as if it had grown from the ground itself.
Only when I stepped closer did the shape resolve — the curved beak, the steady eye — and I understood I was looking at a Cooper’s Hawk. Beneath the raptor lay its prey, which I initially mistook for a small bird.
Much later, studying the details, I realized I had been wrong. The hawk had taken not a bird, but an American red squirrel.
Even after the initial strike, a hawk remained over its catch to ensure there’s no movement left. With mammals like a squirrel, that can take a little time.
Hawks are vulnerable on the ground. Other predators — crows, ravens, even other raptors — might try to steal the catch. Staying on top of it protects the food.
On the ground, hawks are powerful but exposed. Sitting still is sometimes the safest choice.
Generally, life is good.




Impresionantes fotografías de ese momento de certeza por parte del gavilán de Cooper mientras se hacía dueño de la ardilla roja. El gavilán es un verdadero espectáculo solo por su presencia imponente, pero en esos momento de caza y captura su formidable presencia se hace aún mucho más patente. Formidable reportaje sobre esos momentos cruciales.
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