This week, I was talking in my backyard with a neighbor who lost her husband this year, and the next day would have been his 90th birthday (also Veteran's Day here in the states). While talking, we saw a hawk appear. She tried to get a photo with her phone, which I could see was visibly very out of focus, but after she left, the hawk stayed put, even letting a squirrel approach and move around him.
I decided, I'd try my old "run in the house, change lenses, and pray to the bird gods that he'd still be there when I got back." There he was, and when I got positioned, he turned his neck, posed for me, just as the light hit his eye.
I edited it, then printed it out for my neighbor, so I could give it to her on her husband's birthday. After I gave it to her, she told me she had looked up the symbolism of hawks, and she really loved having the photo to have a nice remembrance.
