8-5-19 juvenile male Cooper's hawk hunting at dusk in desert below the house, Albuquerque, New Mexico.
He had just made a try and missed his prey, but he soon took off in a hunting dive again.
This hawk sometimes hunts with a brother, but I don't know if it's the same one from the other end of the valley, by the highway bridge, or a different juvenile male Cooper's hawk.
I haven't seen either the mother or daughter Cooper's hawks all week.
The smaller male Cooper's hawks don't explode from trees suddenly into my face, doing a roll-over and puffing wind into my face in greeting me like both females do, but greet me from a polite distance of several yards, doing a quiet fly-by.
These male hawks will mature and eventually have to pacify their much larger, more aggressive mates, asking permission to approach each time they encounter each other.
Pic is the juvenile male Cooper's Hawk hunting at dusk, in the semi-dark. I was hiking with my new little rescue dog and we paused to watch a while before the hawk spotted more prey and dove off the hillside.
I've watched him learning to hunt almost every day since he fledged last month.