You gotta love Harris Hawks. Both these girls come right back to the car without being called when the hunt is over. Above the sun was going down, and a light snow was accumulating on my car. Both birds arrived to the car before Rich and I could get there, as if to say: "Can we go now?"
Coming soon . . . a quick flight on a single bunny, produced after an hour slog on an old farm yard. The girls should have picked this bunny off, but an advantageous "Christmas" tree provided just enough cover to rake the pursuing hawk off. Merry Christmas bunny!