Birds of prey have always fascinated me. They move through the trees in near silence. They watch water and woods and skies from the highest vantage points around, yet are somehow able to spot a tiny field mouse scampering through the grass. They puff up their chests with pride after a kill and they are known to dance with joy. They are beautiful, majestic, and a little bit terrifying. And they are frequent visitors to West Village. In particular, one can - almost daily - spot a red-shouldered or a red-tailed hawk surveying his kingdom and hunting for his next meal. And you can probably spot me, too, doing a little hawk stalking. I've had some success in capturing their unique personalities. What do you think?
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