About three weeks ago I found a NSWO at Trinity Cemetery. On a whim I went back to see if it could be found. There were no signs of owls, but as I scanned the headstones, there was a flush from the top of the hill. Amazingly a juvenile hawk lit in front of me with a freshly caught pigeon. The hawk struggled to kill it on the snowy branch.
The dove; a hybrid blue racer, white pigeon. As the hawk attempted to kill a second juvenile flew into the tree above. The hawk then made this mantling posture to ward off its begging rival.