Late January 2012 Red-tailed Hawk

January has turned out to be a good month for getting hawk pictures.

This is along Powers, the other road with lots of places for hawks to perch on.
This is along Powers, the other road with lots of places for hawks to perch on.

Powers is the way I occasionally go when heading home from Colorado Springs.  It connects to 83, and from there I get on County Line.  On this particular day the sun was filtered by wispy clouds, so the colors are a bit muted.  On the other hand, the details are a little better.

Looks away in disdain.
Looks away in disdain.

As with all the hawks this time of year, this guy does not last long before he takes off, and when he does . . .

Impressive takeoff.
Impressive takeoff.

Impressive indeed.  Sounding like a broken record, I remind people the pictures in SmugMug are a lot better than these.  Click on any picture to go to the ten (10) picture album for this hawk.

Good spread.
Good spread.

Of course, readers of this blog are groaning and saying stuff like:

“What; another bloody hawk?!?!”

Perhaps they are right; perhaps one does get jaded by so many pictures of flying hawks.

Turning away, and presenting a good photo op.
Turning away, and presenting a good photo op.

That one that gets jaded? . . . that’s not me.  Not only do I like capturing these birds in flight, but I could do it all day long.  

Sure, I wish I could take pictures of other birds, interesting ground wildlife, amazing panoramas . . . why, occasionally I even consider shooting people.  That way I could pose and photograph them afterwards.

Almost gone . . .
Almost gone . . .

But if I am driving by one of these guys (or gals, I can’t tell), and if I have my camera, and if I’m by myself, and if I’ve not just drunk a bunch of coffee, well then, I am likely to stop and take some pictures, and then I’ll post them here.

. . . and off he goes.
. . . and off he goes.

I mean, come on!  . . . there is so much other stuff here!  

If you are bored with hawks, read one of my stories, editorials, or trip reports.  Or are you saying you read it all?  Because, you know, if you did, you must be me, and should be out photographing hawks.