14 November 08
I went out to feed my apple core to one of the horses in the paddock at lunchtime. I startled a young red-tail out of a eucalyptus; it flew across the paddock into a mulberry, carrying a large-ish prey item. About five minutes later it flew out of the mulberry: it had almost certainly dropped whatever it was.
A wander over there revealed a barely alive ground squirrel.
Hoping the hawk would return and finish off the job, I came back in. Sure enough, the youngster circled around and perched. It took a while for it to find the squirrel, but in the meantime, I sketched it…