Yesterday morning I photographed this Swainson’s Hawk while it perched on a fence post in northern Utah, it was bright and sunny and the sagebrush and greasewood behind the hawk provided a lovely green background which contrasted nicely from the warm tones of the bird’s plumage. As I photographed the Swainson’s Hawk it looked around, preened and roused.
When I took this image the hawk was staring at me while I photographed it from across the road. It wasn’t until I came home and viewed the photos I took of it that I had to chuckle a bit at the looks I was getting from the hawk.
Why? Well, the staring, glaring looks of the hawk reminded me of one of my sons (who shall remain unnamed) used to give me in his teens when I’d say something he disagreed with. Normally I try not to anthropomorphize or assign human attributes to my subjects but sometimes I can’t help myself.
I took a wonderful series if images of this Swainson’s Hawk yesterday.
Life is good.