Last week, I walked up to a park about two kilometers (about a mile and a bit) from home. As I approached the pond, I could hear seagulls distressed about something. Amid their calls, I could discern another, less familiar cry. Seconds before the vocal birds came into view, I realized that I was hearing a hawk. The gulls were chasing the hawk from their territory.
By the time I was in an open enough area to focus, the hawk had climbed the sky and was soaring amongst the sun-tinged clouds. This was among the best I could get. I had a 100 mm macro lens on me and nothing zoomier. Beautiful creature, isn't it?
Hide yourself, little guy.
This tree clearly received a serious injury at one time. Its bark is gaping and growing away from the trunk, and looks a bit like a hinged door. Does anyone else hear an old Creedence Clearwater Revival song? Doo, doo, doo, looking out my bark door. (The post title was also lifted from this song.)
I love how the golden sunlight warms this fluff. The lake behind it was still frozen on that day. I like the contrast between the two.
And the sunshine on these evergreen needles warmed me.
Fly free, my beauty.
I'll fly by with some more photos in a few days.