I See Hawks In L.A.

The telltale alarm calls of the mating pair of mockingbirds nesting somewhere in the next-door-neighbors’ tree alerted me and could only mean one thing: a hawk was too close for their comfort. So of course with cam in hand I went outside to see if I could spot the trespassing raptor, and by tracking where the fretting mocks were focusing their aggressive attentions, I did:



The handsome devil flew off after I snapped this one frame.