On Monday, not long after the snowstorm had cleared off, I heard a loud crashing noise outside my house. Both my 8 year old son and I were alarmed and so we looked out the front door where we thought the sound had come. We saw nothing at first. On occasion, we have quail fly into a window. Searching further, we looked out a narrow window in my living room, we saw a sad site. A Cooper’s hawk lay on the ground, twitching in its last moments before dying.
As a memorial to this beautiful creature, I made this photograph of its wing feathers. The late afternoon sun backlit the feather patterns. I did not want this life to pass without a tribute to its elegance.