This broad-winged hawk must have needed a rest. He chose a perch on the railing of our deck to catch his breath and get his thoughts together.
I looked on the internet to identify him and then found, to my horror, that he eats all kinds of little animals, including squirrels.
Run, Lincoln! Run!
But I think this fellow had just eaten, judging by the bloody morsels still clinging to his beak.