Reality is that I don't know her sex. She could be a he for all I know. I am just so happy to have her land on the property. It means there is biodiversity on my tiny plot, at least enough to support a red-tailed hawk.Her wing span is as wide as the arch she sits on. I remember the power of the talons when Grecia would hit the leather hawking glove and dig in. To watch a hawk furl and drop, that is my idea of pure power and beauty.
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