[Evans, Marv]

I feed a couple of hawks. They're a pair. Sometimes they get anxious and will land within about six feet and just look at me - at least one will. One afternoon one of them got so impatient, it flew down from behind & tried to grab the piece of meat from my hand while I was carrying it. Knocked the meat from my hand and scratched me with its talons. Here they are a few minutes ago waiting for me, one snatching the morsel up, & then feeding on the power pole.