So we're driving along the canyon road and it's sunny, the pavement dappled with that syrupy late summer light, and under the trees there's a hawk. He's bulky, a graceless silhouette, either drinking from or bathing in a puddle.
We get closer and he hops along, bumps along and I worry he's injured but no, he's just young and still gawky. He gets a grip on his wings and makes it to a branch where I try (and fail) to get a decent shot.
But he's beautiful so here he is anyway.