March 6, 2019:
Out my kitchen window is a view of a field of glazed icy snow beyond which is a stream and the woods.
view from my kitchen window March 6, 2019
I just heard the familiar caw caw of crows with movement in the periphery of my vision. Looking up, a red tailed hawk was flying low and landed in the crook of a tree, making itself as invisible as possible. Seconds later, two black silhouettes, the crows, in pursuit, landed much higher on thinner branches, searching. Less than a minute later the hawk made a run/fly for it, again landing where it was well hidden, the crows in hot pursuit. This repeated one more time before they were out of my view.