A beautiful red-tailed hawk flew by me as I walked toward the Gardener’s shed at sunset tonight. The raptor glided to the top of the silo.
Graceful and silent.
It looked down towards me when I paused to take him in and then went on with his business. I could hear its talons on the metal roof as it moved about getting a view of the farm’s fields to the east and west.
Was it looking for tasty morsel? Possibly.
If so, I left before dinner was served.