NOT QUITE INDEPENDENT

After our breakfast walk, Sundance and I heard that familiar scream-like whistle. Our buddy, Flame (the young Red-tailed Hawk) was hungry. Hoping his parents would take pity and drop a squirrel into his talons. t 

We followed the sound. Unfortunately, going cross country over rocky terrain with thistles sprinkled throughout. I thought he was a lot closer to our cabin.

I thought it appropriate to capture the little guy  mid-scream