This is a continuation of Mrs. Hawk's lunch from Monday. Part of the fun was seeing how this beautiful bird coped with a damaged beak. The other pleasure was dealing with the challenge of the lighting and position of the bird. The sun was glaring into my eyes. I couldn't exactly ask Mrs. Hawk to change position, so had to make do with the situation as it existed. I'm so glad that she dropped pigeon rump practically on my head or I never would have looked up and been able to enjoy this gory glory. Maybe "gory" is the wrong adjective. Think "pigeon tartare".