I was walking past my kitchen door yesterday and glanced out of the window, as I always do. At first, I thought that my memory of the big rock in my side yard was playing tricks with me, but, then, I looked again and saw a very large Red-tailed hawk resting on it. I rushed for my camera and managed to get off one shot before he flew away. Unfortunately, it's not the clearest, since it was shot through two doors, one of which was a screen door.
I figure he had attempted an attack on some hapless critter at my feeder. But, when I hurried out to check, I saw nothing, and I know that there was nothing in his claws as he flew away, so, this time, he missed. I know he has to eat, but I'm fond of my critters, so I'm glad he missed, this time. Just last week, I found a pile of Mourning Dove feathers near that spot, so he, or one of his raptor cousins, doesn't always miss. It seems to always be the Mourning Doves that get taken. No wonder they have such a high birth rate. They have to, to make up for the predation.
Here's a picture I took, just to show how close this rock is to the feeder area.