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This afternoon the dog walk became a modest raptor run.  First, at Joe Dancer the waning afternoon sun, that brightness of dusk, shone on a male Kestrel in a bare tree.

Then, as we drove home past a school, my wife noticed a hawk on the ground…eating something.  We turned around and went to check it out.  It was an accipiter dining al fresco, menu was collared-dove tartare.  Even though the tail was blunt I took this to be an adult female Cooper’s Hawk, based on size and plumage.  After she lifted off with the meal, I walked over to check the feather pile–definitely collared-dove.