A beautiful red-tailed hawk flew by me as I walked toward the Gardener’s shed at sunset tonight.  The raptor glided to the top of the silo.

Graceful and silent.

It looked down towards me when I paused to take him in and then went on with his business.  I could hear its talons on the metal roof as it moved about getting a view of the farm’s fields to the east and west.

Was it looking for tasty morsel? Possibly.

If so, I left before dinner was served.