Or at least I think that is what it is. It was a grey afternoon with a light snow falling, and already well into dusk, when I saw this hawk sitting on the back corner of the fence and tearing into something...I suspect probably one of the smaller birds that come to the feeders, or else maybe some small rodent. By the time I grabbed my camera and put on my longer lens, he was nearly finished his feast, but hung around for a few minutes surveying the scene before taking off.
