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.
![Hawk Kill](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_uf3tiER-CHmdAXOO_V4JZOt90fpjbQw1i3JJtcarxMjVBnGZEm2xnuy7fUu4KQMHlpmQEI3OL2Us6TvwnqkBGllyS574Zinx6KViQJCcK-UZ2KqRcqJlARhRwyIQYHJ14=s0-d)
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.
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