Coming home from the bus stop today, I noted that the birds were extra-raucous on our street. Then two houses away from our home I came to a dead stop. There on the lawn under our tree stood a large hawk. I could hardly believe my eyes! After a minute or so, she flew off, limp remains of a rabbit in her talons. She only flew down the block about four houses, and landed in the top of the wine-leafed sycamore there. An hour or two later, the birds were still frantic.
I can only hope she did a little survey of this neighborhood and decided it was a veritable McDonalds, so is nesting in the top of the tree. The wild rabbit population is completely out of control here, and I'd love to see a little natural pest control move into the neighborhood.
I've decided to nickname her Orkin, if she stays.