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.
On the ground, hawks are powerful but exposed. Sitting still is sometimes the safest choice.

















