And then noise caught my attention. Birds screaming. Squirrels calling. There had to be Papa hawk in vicinity. All that was necessary was to follow the sound. Papa watching for a meal to the distress of all others.
He did swoop down into the brush and catch something, but I couldn't tell what it was... a mouse?, a mole?, a young squirrel?, a small rat?..... something very small.
He flew into several trees obviously looking for nests with nestlings. In one tree he moved around and two heavy branches broke off and fell to the ground. Thank goodness nobody was sitting under this tree. The falling branches resembled logs. Eventually Papa flew north.