A flash of feathers caught my eye–the speed, the size, the color, and it was a Cooper’s hawk swooping down and straight up again in a tight vertical V: it wasn’t chasing, it was herding.
Three potential prey freaked and came towards me and the window. They hit but only barely and ricocheted away–just as a *second* Cooper’s hawk came zooming in after them! Two! Working as a team! Wow!
I went to the other side of the room to where I could hunch down and look up into the camphor tree way to the side. The hawk that was there didn’t seem to have caught anything for all that and as I wondered if I had distracted it too much, immediately it arose, flew across my yard, circled a stand of trees on the other side of the fence line and then back over to near where it had been. More obscured now. Ready to hunt again.
I excused myself to go work on laundry and get out of its way.