This must be a horrible moment for a rabbit or a mouse or a chipmunk; when I think about the predator drone-strikes, I imagine they must instill the same immobilizing terror, except the drones don’t cast that flickering shadow.
You are probably becoming slightly familiar with my back yard, by now, and you may recognize that the footage I captured of the elk was taken about 50 yards to the left of where the hawk was hunting.
They fly so gracefully.
One breezy day I looked out my bedroom window and there was a pair of hawks that had found the draft over the ridge (by the standing stones) and they were sitting there, immobile, nailed up in the sky. They would pan slightly back and forth by just curling a feather.
I also have owls and a murder of crows. The crows live in a big oak tree back in the woods-line in the same area. In the winter, I sometimes see that the owls have scored: they leave a red splat-mark and some tufts of rabbit fur and that’s it.