The hawk is great. My brother has a hawk that visits him regularly. He calls the hawk “Max” (I don’t know why) and the hawk especially likes to take his morning dip in the bird bath. This spring, Max showed off his bride and his son (?) by flying them over my brother’s house. When I was looking at retirement communities, one my brother liked had its own hawk watching over the property. So I said to my brother, “How do you know that’s not Max?” Because, well, hawks fly…made sense to me. Dave looked at the hawk and shook his head. “No, not Max.” I guess I have to take his word for it.
Needless to say, my brother would love your hawk themed page.