Oh so wet! Rain drips off his beak off his feathers, off the mossy branch and off the twigs. He (a sharp-shinned hawk) is perched in our front yard, hoping to catch sight of a meal. All the lucky birds have disappeared.
This shape-shinned hawk was a regular visitor to my yard in December. Sometimes I sketched him though the front window, and sometimes I eased the bathroom window open and could sketch without any glass between us. I haven't seen him for a couple of weeks .... good for my yard birds.
He reminds me of an owl .... lots of head bobbing when he is hunting. Such a treat to be so close to a relaxed, wild hawk.