I snuck up on a hawk...
On my lunch break, zipping to the bank (tax time, sigh). It was sitting under a lawn tree outside of the Sheraton plucking away at red guts. I pulled into the parking lot conveniently behind a tree and out of site so that I could carefully walk up to the hawk. About five feet away I came into it's view. It stopped and stared at me beak a-gapping! When I moved around it's back to see it's tail, it swooped up with it's squirrel in tow leaving behind congealed blood and squiggles of intestine. Wonder what kind of hawk I saw?