A murder of crows

Or one of them, anyway.
My co-worker came in this morning with some awesome pics of a hawk she saw by the side of the road. He had been standing on top of his breakfast, but we couldn't tell what he had so I drove past the crime scene at lunch. Fortunately it wasn't someone's pet as our boss kept insisting. The requisite eating crow jokes were made and I offered to donate this pic for use as the firm's holiday card next year. I haven't heard back on that.