After seeing the woodpecker earlier and then getting distracted by the sleeping owl, there was another notable visitor at sunset, when I went out looking for the owl again.
Our resident young red-shouldered hawk was sitting just about 20 feet off the end of the back yared, eating something.
Given the feathers hanging from its beak, I’m guessing there was a mourning dove or some other bird that was today’s prey.
Yeah, I got the hairy eyeball after the first couple dozen photos. It’s a gorgeous bird.
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