JJ its funny you should mention hawks . . .
I need to start taking my camera with me first thing in the morning . . .
A young hawk has taken up residency in my neighborhood, I see him all the time, including once in a tree above my valley quails in their pen.
It flies high overhead, circling my property at least 3x a day, screaming that high-pitched shriek.
This morning the chukar were extra loud at just after daybreak and wouldnt shut up, which they usually do after about 10 mins.
So I get up and let the dogs out, who immediately start barking at the gate.
I throw on some slippers, rub my eyes, and go out in my skivvies to see the hawk clamped to the side of my chukar cages, at this point it was probably there for around 20 mins judging from the sounds of the chukar.
The cage is 9ft long x 2ft deep/high, and split into 3 sections, 1" x 2" rabbit wire on sides/top, 1/2" hw-cloth for bottom, the hawk couldnt get anything.
It was small and young, probably this springs young, and very beautiful, borderline majestic.
I could see its eyes, its feet, every feather on it . . .
Anyways, the arrogant sob waited till I was about 5ft from it before it took off.
Then it spent the next 1/2hr circling overhead and screaming.
Food-for-thought:
I have kevlar forearm wraps and gloves from when I worked at my uncles glass shop. I also have a pair of heavy welders gloves that go up to my elbow. I have always kinda wanted a pet hawk.
Falconry is for the noble . . .