And the story continues…
Mother Hawk keeps watch as her young Hens look on into the distance. The fall is ending soon. Hunting will be harder and more ranged.
Sneak quietly upon your prey. Hide where you can be hidden. Pounce when ready.
There, you see my young hens, in the distance is our quarry. But who else is hunting in the twilight?
And now we end the mystical theme for the week. Thanks to all who came out and helped.
And of course my buddy and super photog Geoff for being there for 2 all day shoots plus a prep day.
What stories can we help you tell?