Early Lunch on Hawk Str.

I call him Henry. Henry the Hawk.

I know it's childish to give names to wild animals, but to me, he looks like Henry.
He spent 35 minutes picking on two pigeon carcasses. The more gruesome capture will be in flickr.

The Goshawk has gotten its name from its favourite dish, goose, but smaller
pray will also do, as you see here.

I wish I'll be around when love bells toll on Hawk Street. Sure'd be nice to capture
Halle the Hawk!