Hawks are a bird that prove particularly elusive to me. I see them most often during the summer, sitting atop bales of hay beside the road. Then, when I stop and dig out the camera to go for a killer photo, they take off and soar about a quarter mile and land again. It’s quite frustrating, to be honest.

This one, however, didn’t seem to care. It’s too cold out. He just stayed fluffed up on his branch and eyeballed me, but didn’t care to fly. With feathers like that, though, I bet he was able to keep those bright yellow feet warm.

These are, I believe, somewhat territorial birds. This particular bird’s territory is the area bordering Lincoln on the west-northwest.