This family of Swainson's hawks were perched on power poles outside of Pinedale this week. There was one more juvenile on the pole across the highway. I didn't have my big lens, so I walked up to visit them, getting scolded in the process.
"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?" Federico Calboli
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Nice pics! I especially like the shot of the trio.
I love how they're looking at you - like a bunch of mafiosos urging you to get lost if you know what's good for you.
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