I was driving down a country road (we call them Farm-to-Market roads or FM around here) when I saw this juvenile Swainson’s Hawk on an electrical line (Texas panhandle slang for this is high-line wire (pronounced war.)) Usually the hawks perch on the utility pole’s crossbeam, so I don’t know what possessed this one to land smack-dab (more Texas slang) in the middle. Even better, the tension on the wire wasn’t that tight so the wire was pretty low in the middle, where the hawk was.
It was pretty funny to watch, though and the hawk seemed to be enjoying himself, swinging back and forth in the wind. There was an adult Swainson’s on the utility pole and the youngster kept looking at him as they called to each other (screamed actually, they are hawks after all,) sort of like my kids did when we’d go to the playground and they shouted, “Watch me, dad!” and I hollered back, “Be careful!”