As I drive out of the city I seem to see a Red-tailed Hawk perched conspicuously on a tree or light standard every few kilometres. Occasionally while walking, I have seen one hovering over a field, then folding its wings to make a spectacular plunge upon some luckless mouse.
Over the last few years I have photographed many as you will see here. (Immature birds have dark gray not red tails that may or may not show banding).
Look! as the full-fed hound or gorged hawk,
Unapt for tender smell or speedy flight,
Make slow pursuit, or altogether balk
The prey wherein by nature they delight. (The Rape of Lucrece, Shakespeare)